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[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

[ he feels like a child again, walking around the dr all alone. he knows he's lost; it's worse when everyone around looks like, acts like, is someone he knows or knew.

Riku stops. he's tense; scared and intimidated, he's gone into defensive mode. he doesn't make eye contact; he doesn't look at others for very long without feeling like he's lost his identity.

and he would know all about that. ]

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[pouty.livejournal.com]

Are you gonna cry?

[a small boy asks as he looks up at him confusedly.]

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

[ startled by that little voice. startled even more by who the kid is. ]

Do I look like I am?

[pouty.livejournal.com]

I dunno. Mom always cried when she looked worried like that. Something really bad was happening, that means.

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

I'm a boy, you know.

[pouty.livejournal.com]

You have girl-hair.

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

I do?

[ catches some strands between his fingers and pulls them away from his face. ]

Should I get it trimmed?

[bloodiedsun.livejournal.com]

And what do we have here~?

[Big grin? Oh hell yes.]

Someone looks lost.

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

[ it had to be Axel. ]

I'm sure I'm not the only one.

[bloodiedsun.livejournal.com]

[Hi. Moving in a whole lot closer. His arm? Oh, that. It's blocking your way at the moment.]

Nope.
Most are smart enough not to look so vulnerable, though.

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

[ animals should never be backed into corners. they become dangerous. clearly Axel has never learned this lesson. but Riku doesn't want a fight so soon. ]

Don't judge a book by its cover.

[bloodiedsun.livejournal.com]

[Or maybe that exactly what he's looking for.]

Oh come on.
You're pulling out the cliches already?

I was anticipating more than that.

[Decides to delay in his antagonizing for a moment; if only to sate his second greatest hunger: curiosity.]

So what's your story? You a robot, dancer, part animal..
Or one of the many morons in the business of selling themselves?
Talk about beating a dead horse.

[ihatepennies.livejournal.com]

[in a doctor's scrubs and looking just as lost as you are]

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

[ D- Demyx is here too?! ]

Uh... Hey there.

[ihatepennies.livejournal.com]

Hello. [waaave. don't worry, he still thinks this is his imagination]

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

[ waves back. ] Demyx, right?

[ihatepennies.livejournal.com]

Yup. Though not the only one around here which is kinda weird because the other Demyx I met didn't just have my name but my face too. And I haven't woken up yet so it might not actually be a dream...

But your name's Riku, right?

[youngfighter.livejournal.com]

[thirteen-year-old Sora with cat ears here.]

What's wrong?

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

What are you wearing?

[youngfighter.livejournal.com]

[used to this reaction by now]

They're part of me. See? [tugs on one]

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

I... see.

[ he would be more accepting if they were lion ears, but he doesn't get that. ]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

... keep looking at the ground and you'll hit your head on something.

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

[ juuust the person he wants to see. ]

There's nothing low enough for me to hit my head on.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

Walk three feet to your right.

[where there is a birdcage.]

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

[ he's smarter than that. ]

I'll pass.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

Hence, point proven.