[There's a loud crash, caused mostly by the PCD falling out of Riku's pocket and onto the floor, therefore turning it's self on. All it takes in, however, is darkness. There's another crash, followed by the sound of a groan. Pounding follows, fist on heavy wood, and what can only be a sneaker coming into contact with that same heavy wood. Only for
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Riku, is that you?
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No. It's Kuusai. I suddenly grew about five feet, learned to walk on my back paws and took on my dad's voice.
[SIGH.]
Of course it's me, Sango. Who else would be in my room?
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Watch it or maybe I'll leave you here.
[She moves to peer at the lock, jiggles the door handle and finds that it's, unsurprisingly, not locked normally.]
Who knows? Might've been Sora.
[Deadpan. Meaningless banter. Maybe.]
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And he almost fails.]
Do you have a problem with Sora being in my room?
[Yep, totally ignoring how jealous that makes you sounds.]
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You sound like a hyena.
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You sound like you wanna come out of the closet.
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[Because yes, Juliet had talked to her door until it decided to let her out, and then let her back in.]
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Pretty sure that's not going to work considering I tried to set it on fire.
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[Completely serious.]
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Riku, are you okay? Are you still stuck?
Stupid, stupid Sora. Should have stayed home.
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[He's currently sitting on the floor, leaning up against the door, waiting for some derp to come let him out.
Meaning you, littlest twerp.]
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[Aaaand he's bookin it. More trap dodging. Thankfully it's more successful this time around. He spent the past couple of hours in a tree. It wasn't very pleasant. Either way he bursts through the front door and bounds into Riku's room, keyblade in hand the second he's in front of the door. He aims the blade and lets it do it's shiny magical thing before pulling open the door.]
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Ever heard of warning someone before you just come barging into their room?
[One hand goes to the back of his head as he cranes his neck, rubbing the soreness that hitting it against the heavy wooden floor had created while the other crossing his chest, trying to hide the scar marring the once pristine skin that lays directly over his heart.]
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