no air no air.

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[he's stumbling in with a sash that reads 'JUNIOR DESTINY ISLANDS' and a large bouquet that he can barely hold in his arms. some of those pink flowers are in his hair, too.]

Roxas, if you don't take the stupid bouquet, I'm going to fall down and scrape another knee and I'm blaming it on you...

[ooc; yes, another miniRiku. this one gets shoved into pageants, but at least his best friend Roxas come and don't embarrass him... much.]

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[checkedcat.livejournal.com]

You look like a girl.

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[blink.]

... Roxas?

[checkedcat.livejournal.com]

[swish swish swish goes his tail.]

That's a good observation.

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[... rubs his eyes.]

[checkedcat.livejournal.com]

You're slow.

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

You're a freak.

[checkedcat.livejournal.com]

You're a stupid brat.

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

At least I don't have stupid cat ears or a tail, freak.

[pouty.livejournal.com]

But that's a lot.

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, I won it for you.

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[just holds his arms out regardless, wondering if dad has any more vases to fit flowers in. after all, there has to be at least three occupied by other bouquets.]

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[hands it over, scratching his arms.]

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[stumbles back a little, readjusting his hands around it.]

It smells weird. Those people are weird.

[feels the need to declare this, carrying the boquet that's at least a third of his size.]

M'gonna go find dad.

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

'course they're weird.

[pats Roxas head, ready to walk with him.]

Think you can find him? This place is kinda weird.

[pouty.livejournal.com]

[he'd offer a hand to hold so they could walk, but they're currently occupied holding up the bouquet.]

If he's not here, that means I get to eat icecream twice.

[he seems pleased by this, offering a half smile.]

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[he smiles a little, nodding.]

Yeah, that's good!

[pouty.livejournal.com]

But what if there are other grown ups that don't want us to?

[secret plan; pretend he's eighteen! ... yeah that'll blow over well.]

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

Then we kick 'em in the knees!

[notrlyditzy.livejournal.com]

[he's smiling around a hand that has been strategically placed to prevent chuckling at the pink flowers strewn about in his hair.]

I can take it, if you can't carry it.

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[--blink. offers it up.]

Thanks, big kid.

[notrlyditzy.livejournal.com]

[he takes it with one hand, and then reaches down to shake a few petals out of Riku's hair.]

You're welcome.

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[fusses with his own hair, trying to pull the flowers out of it.]

Who're you?

[notrlyditzy.livejournal.com]

[just a little surprised by the question. he sorta assumed all Rikus and Soras knew each other.]

I'm Sora. Who are you?

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

M'Riku.

[he holds out his hand to shake. very civilized little kid, he is.]

You look like that photographer the other day.

[notrlyditzy.livejournal.com]

[he returns the gesture, bending a little and smiling down at him.]

Really? You look like my best friend.

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

... really?

[notrlyditzy.livejournal.com]

Mhm.

[he places a hand on his chin, looking thoughtful.]

Nearly the spitting imagine. But he's just a little bit taller than you.

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[huff.]

I'll be taller than him in a little while!

[notrlyditzy.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you'll get really tall, really soon. Definitely taller than me, at any rate.

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[beam--then growl from stomach.]

Oh yeah, I didn't eat lunch...

[notrlyditzy.livejournal.com]

I was just on my way to the kitchen. If you come along I'll make something for you, too.

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[stick to your side now.]

[notrlyditzy.livejournal.com]

[thus begins their trek to the kitchen. he leads, of course, and though he doesn't grab Riku's hand or anything else humiliating like that, he keeps close enough to not feel nervous about him.]

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[trails close behind, stumbling a few times but catching himself.]

[notrlyditzy.livejournal.com]

[he slows down after every stumble, a nervous hand placed on Riku's small shoulder by the time they make it to the kitchen.]

Do you have any favorites?

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

Uhh...

[he pauses a little, looking up.]

Mom says I need tofu for lunch... I don't really like tofu though...

[notrlyditzy.livejournal.com]

Well, I won't tell your mom if you don't. I don't know how to do tofu anyway.

[he produces a box of easy-to-make macaroni and cheese instead.]

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[and he gets into a chair pretty easy, peering over at him curiously.]

Tofu's gross. Thanks.

[notrlyditzy.livejournal.com]

[dumps all the macaroni into a pot of water on the stove.]

It sounds pretty nasty.

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

Mmhm...

[now he's tapping on the table, a steady beat.]

So you're not that photographer guy, huh?

[notrlyditzy.livejournal.com]

Never held a camera in my life, except maybe a disposable one or two.

[and in goes the cheese. whoops, is the water boiling over? he turns down the heat to tame it.]

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

[he stifles a laugh with his hands at that, but does grin.]

[notrlyditzy.livejournal.com]

[a few minutes later, he has a steaming bowl of it and a glass of chocolate milk in front of Riku, as well as a matching set in front of himself.]

I don't cook for people often, so you're going to need to tell me if it's better than tofu.

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

Everything's better than tofu.

[shifts, and takes a spoonful, making a delighted noise at eating.]

[notrlyditzy.livejournal.com]

[his face lights up.]

You like it?

[greypetals.livejournal.com]

Yeah! It's great!

[notrlyditzy.livejournal.com]

[cue in relieved little smile.]

I'm glad you like it.