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[rooooarr.livejournal.com]

[at the request of tailoredprince, he's tried to seek out a doll-Riku, and promptly just brought back all the dollies he could find, and piled them up. There may be a few personal dolls there, and eventually, Lion-ku is just pawing through them, probably looking pretty dumb talking to a pile of toys]

Riku. Hey. You in there?

[pawpawpaw, and waits for Sora]

Maybe you should look through these instead of me.

[h-hides his claw, threads hanging off of it]

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[tailoredprince.livejournal.com]

Oh wow. Lots of dolls.

[moves over, looking intently]

[rooooarr.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Some smell weird.

[tailoredprince.livejournal.com]

Heh.

Riku~ Where are you? You don't smell weird, do you?

[sewedboy.livejournal.com]

[lk;jkljfa;kl crawling out of the pile of dolls, but kind of stuck]

Sora--?

[tailoredprince.livejournal.com]

Riku!

[is quick to pull him out and cradle the other gently]

Stupid jerk, where have you been?

[sewedboy.livejournal.com]

[wiggles, and is all drooly]

In the mouth of that furball.

[tailoredprince.livejournal.com]

Gross. You need a bath.

[sewedboy.livejournal.com]

..Yeah, I do.

[wiggles]

[tailoredprince.livejournal.com]

[sets him down]

We should go find a bathroom than!

[sewedboy.livejournal.com]

[plucks at a few threads that are sticking out]

Furboy went and messed me up. You might have to fix me, Sora.

[tailoredprince.livejournal.com]

I can do that anytime~ I at least have my needles and thread with me.

[sewedboy.livejournal.com]

Good~

[tugging at his pants though]

Carry me, I don't feel like walking.

[tailoredprince.livejournal.com]

[rolls his eyes, but picks the other up with a smile]

Okay, onward.

[sewedboy.livejournal.com]

Onward it is.

[leans against]

[tailoredprince.livejournal.com]

[and after much looking around and attempting to avoid any unsavory characters, a bathroom is found~]

Let me sew you right back up first, and then we can give you a bath.

I don't know how I'll finish my dress this way though.

[sewedboy.livejournal.com]

I'll help you, like always.

[goes to sit on the counter, poking at the stuffing falling out of his leg]

You do know we're not where we were, right?

[tailoredprince.livejournal.com]

Good~

[pushes the stuffing back in, starting to sew up the leg with quick skill]

Definitely not the clock tower.

[sewedboy.livejournal.com]

No, no it's not.

[sighs, pleased when he's done]

Good job.

[tailoredprince.livejournal.com]

They said it was a dressing room. Or something.

Of course~

[sewedboy.livejournal.com]

If it's a dressing room, couldn't you just find a dress?

[tailoredprince.livejournal.com]

Not one that fits me perfectly. And besides, it's a habit now to make everything.

[sewedboy.livejournal.com]

[nodnod]

I'm going to change, so you may want to move.

[tailoredprince.livejournal.com]

[steps back]

[sewedboy.livejournal.com]

[changes, totally not minding that he's naked, stretching out with a sigh and popping his back into place]

Hey, you're short again.

[pokes his cheek]

[tailoredprince.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'm not short.

[rubs his cheek]

We should get you some clothes.