the day the whole world went away;;

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

So ... guess it's back to waiting for Roxas.

[which he knows is a lost cause, but he needs some kind of motivation around here. some thought to distract him since he's trying hard not to slip back to alcohol again. in front of him is an array of playing cards, and he's switching and flipping-- solitaire. he also has a pretty huge bruise on the left side of his face near his eye.]

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[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

... no, I really don't.

[just stares at him, nothing friendly about that.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Not with that around.

[points to the bottle.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

I guess.

[just turns his gaze back to his card game.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[it seems like forever before he finally just shoves the cards all together, shuffling and setting up a new game.]

[tiniestheart.livejournal.com]

W-what are you playing, mister?

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Solitaire.

[curt, unfeeling.]

[tiniestheart.livejournal.com]

Oh... don't you want to play with someone? Playing all by yourself isn't fun!

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

I think it's fine.

[rifiuto.livejournal.com]

[relieved Sora was in the same spot as when he last peeked in; he brings in a strawberry daiquiri]

Looking for company? [nods to the drink]

And that's virgin, but I thought...

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[just sighs, rubbing his face. once again Riku was the last person he wanted to see, especially after getting decked in the side of the face by one. he still has a large bruise.]

Not .. really, but thanks anyways...

[rifiuto.livejournal.com]

[lol s-slammed down]

...Ah. O...okay.

[dooooesn't know what to do with it now]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[he almost wishes he was dead so no one could see him or speak with him. with an awkward fidget, he leans over almost enough to just press his face to the table.]

[rifiuto.livejournal.com]

[just kind of stands there a moment, voice quiet]

Am I allowed to ask who hit you?

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Another Riku. He's just like you, but with force.

[his voice seems pretty monotone, cards flipped and slid across the table.]

[rifiuto.livejournal.com]

[is shit with this relationship thing, even friendships, and sighs, leaning over after setting the drink down. he hugs Sora gently, arms squeezing then releasing, his voice soft]

I'll leave you alone from now on, Sora. Just...be safe, okay?

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[this Roxas is glowing and has a couple of weapons with him and red markings, so not yours. however, he's pausing to look over his shoulder.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[he'd know right of the bat by the glowing sensation of his heart if it was his Roxas or not, but the other's face makes him flinch just a little. he decides to stay glued to his game.]

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[strokes chin. he's played solitaire--er, well, a few hundred years ago--a few times. sees a few moves, but says nothing.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[just keeps on, stopping only to contemplate for a few seconds.]

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

[nods a little.]

Nice game.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

... thanks.

[breathes deep, aaand sighs.]

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

It'll be hard to recuperate.

[pat pats his back. c'mon, he's a god, he knows all.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

.. I know.

[bites his lip.]

[cross-paths.livejournal.com]

You will pull through.

[his voice is far away, a little too isolated but kind.]

You've proved that enough times.

[shoreliner.livejournal.com]

[and look who's limping on by.]

That'll swell if you don't put something on it.

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

Shut up, asshole.

[slams a card down, sliding it across the table.]

[shoreliner.livejournal.com]

I'm just saying.

[incidentally, there's a bag of ice he leaves, continuing to keep on limp-walking.]

[amnesiatically.livejournal.com]

[that bag of ice stays as he collects his cards and gets up to walk back to his room.]