skills of an artist.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ Riku's raided a whole mess of art supplies, and now he's plopped down onto the floor, with a poster board all ready to decorate. ]

Jeez, I feel like I'm five ...

[ and so begins the first marker stroke of what'll hopefully end in a neat little "KEEP OUT" sign. ]

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[rikufu.livejournal.com]

That doesn't mean he won't be back.

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

It also doesn't mean Axel's gonna magically disappear, either. He likes him just as much as he likes me. It really won't kill him for me to feel the same with someone else.

At least ... it wouldn't be fair if he didn't.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ ... pops a marker cap back on. ]

You'd better be sure.

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[slowly pulls his knees to his chest.]

What if he never comes back..?

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

That's his fault for never saying goodbye, then.

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[he swears he's going to cry if he keeps thinking about it, so instead he turns and hugs Riku tight, sighing against him.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ an armful of Sora's quite the thing to adjust to. ]

No one's crying on my watch.

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[huff.]

I was close.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

I can see it from a mile away.

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

I can't help that my face gets all red!

[tugging at your shirt and shoving a face at your chest now, sir.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

That wasn't a complaint.

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

Well!

Then what was it?

[... nibbles at his shirt.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

An observation.

[ looks down. maybe that's why he picked it out ... ]

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[chew chew chew.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

... what the hell.

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[lets go.]

I'm a cloth eating moth.

[that's all he'll give, pulling the damp cloth back between his teeth again to chew. even he doesn't know why he's doing it, but he can't seem to stop?]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Don't chew on my shirt.

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

S'not really yours.

[tuuugs, leaning back with all his weight.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

So it's yours?

[ pitches forward slightly. ]

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

Mope.

[mouthful of shirt might make him slur, he's pulling Riku until the guy's on top of him.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ oof. this could go very good, or very bad. ]

What now.

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[finally lets go, pulling Riku down with hugging arms.]

You act like I'm sooo~ much trouble for you.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Because you are.

[ touches noses with him. ]

Big trouble.

[simplehero.livejournal.com]

[it's this pang of guilt inside of him that makes him turn his head and chew on his lip, falling silent.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ so much for joking around. he's not moving, nudging Sora's face. ]