[Axel blinks at him, struggling tiredly in his hands. He lets out a pathetic mew, wanting to go back to sleep, then goes still, eyes opening wide and staring at Riku. That familiar too bright green should tip him off]
naked shiki !!!the_daybreakApril 11 2011, 22:24:07 UTC
[Riku wasn't a pervert or anything silly like that. He really didn't mean for things to turn out the way they did.
But then, things like this had to be expected when you went to a hotel with a hot spring, didn't they?
Everyone had gone upstairs to their rooms, presumably to play cards and mahjong, but he slipped back, preferring the silence and steam to rowdy, excitable drunk friends. So back down he went, checking the schedule to see if no one was there. Nobody was, so he wrapped his towel around his waist and tied his hair back, then stepped into the main bath.
ldsjfkjlds u///ufashionenvyApril 11 2011, 23:24:30 UTC
[unfortunately, Shiki was unware of the time, and was currently still sitting the hot springs by herself. it was a perfect time to be alone and clear her mind of the many thoughts that pined at her mind.
Towel securely tied to cover her petite body, she sat in the springs, hair tied up messily, eyes looking upward toward the ceiling. She was so caught in her daydreaming, that she hadn't even noticed the lone figure stepping into the springs at the other end...]
[There's someone here. And he stops in his tracks, because what is --
what is going on, even.
He simply stands there for a moment, then gives a... little cough, wiggling his toes uncomfortably under the water. Through the steam he can't be a hundred percent sure, but the red hair -- that's what tips him off.
[despite the sounds of the water, there's really no other noise at the moment. so when she suddenly hears the cough, she jerks a bit before slowly turning her head in the direction it had come from.
the steam is indeed making it hard for the seamstress to make out who it is standing there but
the figure looks all too familiar. and before she realizes it, she gives a really loud "EEP" before darting underwater a bit more, arms instantly crossing over her chest]
Riku shakes his ponytail out, then grabs his mitts to take the biscuits for the shortbread out of the oven. He's taken over the Restoration Committee's kitchen -- after all, none of them are home, and Merlin said it was fine.
And Sora had been begging for shortcake, and who was he to refuse his best friend?
Riku sighs gently, pushing open the window to let the biscuits cool on the sill, like a good little stereotypical housewifey. Really, Aerith had just taught him it was a good idea.
Pushing a stray strand of hair away from his face, he moves to the entrance of the house, settling on the stoop to blink around at the town and its recovery.]
... Well... I guess it won't take too long, at any rate.
icon: riku's inner keysmashthe_daybreakApril 17 2011, 01:02:33 UTC
[is he eating his shortbread
IS THIS A THING THAT'S HAPPENING RIGHT NOW.
Riku stiffens, staring at the boy standing on the road with a mouthful of his shortbread in his mouth. But he's forgotten all about that when it's Roxas he's looking at, and he blinks stupidly for a moment.
Play it cool, idiot, he thinks numbly, but he can't help but still stand there like a moron. Finally, a stupid oneliner falls out of his mouth, and on the inside he winces.]
AU prompt -- RAIN -- loveless!versethe_daybreakApril 17 2011, 18:41:22 UTC
[He shivers, shifting his weight and pressing himself closer against the building. It's raining hard, he doesn't know where he is, and... he's cold.
A kid on his own doesn't really know how to fend for himself. He's not a kid, and he's without ears, but he does know he didn't go to sleep on the street corner. So why is he here now? Confusing as hell, and his cigarettes won't even stay lit with all this rain.
His hair drips down his back, and Riku adjusts his glasses just a little, frowning to himself and slumping. Not even a hood on his coat. Today is his favorite day.
[It's raining, and Zexion has his hood pulled up tight over his head, because he hates it when his ears are wet and cold, and when rain trickles icy down the back of his neck, raising goosebumps on his skin.
His shoulders are hunched and his bag is clutched close, high school uniform not doing that much to protect him from the torrent.
His ears, human and otherwise, are filled with the rushing patter patter of rain on pavement, and it smells like wetness, like freshness and like damp cement, that artificial stony smell that humanity can't seem to get away from.
He almost ignores the dark shape pressed to the wall as he passes it, but then it moves- he moves, pale hair brushing forward like a curtain and Zexion turns around to stare with narrowed blue eyes.
Tall, hunched over-- glasses spattered with droplets and curled in on himself. Damp hair, can't be too old- smells clean enough. Why is he out here in the rain, on a street corner?
[He stares back after a moment -- there's a faint pinging in his chest that tells him he should know this boy. He's younger than him, he's sure -- but where did he come from, and why does the tugging in his heart pull toward him?
He would have been told to find him, wouldn't he? He would have been told to find this boy, if he were supposed to Fight for him.
As it is now, he lifts a hand, slipping off his glasses and pushing them into the loose pocket on the outside of his coat. They're already soaked, so he's not worried about leaving them there. What he's more interested in is this boy.
A highschooler, he's sure, but from where he isn't, but what school he goes to is not an issue. This is something important, he's sure.
He doesn't say anything, just looks back at him. It looks like the boy has something he wants to say, after all.]
[Zexion feels it too, in a different way. He wants to study this person, and know everything about him, and why he's here, and why he has that look on his face and why he smells like cigarettes and rain and a little like the dull low scent of sadness, faded and clinging to him like old, well-worn clothes.]
It's raining. [He informs the other boy- man, he doesn't have ears- of this in a deadpan voice. It's clear information, obvious, and of course the man who smells like smoke knows that, but it opens the conversation, and means so many more things.
Why are you out in it, his gaze asks, without anything to protect his head? Why are you looking at me like I should fix it? Why do I want to? Where do you live? Why aren't you there?]
Yeah. What is it? [He steps out of the room, not bothering with shoes or whatever. Though, on a normal day he would, given that... the facility is full of weird stuff and who knows what he could step in.]
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And he's picking it up, because really, he's not going to just... sit there and wonder.]
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But then, things like this had to be expected when you went to a hotel with a hot spring, didn't they?
Everyone had gone upstairs to their rooms, presumably to play cards and mahjong, but he slipped back, preferring the silence and steam to rowdy, excitable drunk friends. So back down he went, checking the schedule to see if no one was there. Nobody was, so he wrapped his towel around his waist and tied his hair back, then stepped into the main bath.
And, well, shit.]
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Towel securely tied to cover her petite body, she sat in the springs, hair tied up messily, eyes looking upward toward the ceiling. She was so caught in her daydreaming, that she hadn't even noticed the lone figure stepping into the springs at the other end...]
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what is going on, even.
He simply stands there for a moment, then gives a... little cough, wiggling his toes uncomfortably under the water. Through the steam he can't be a hundred percent sure, but the red hair -- that's what tips him off.
... Why does it have to be a girl?
More importantly, why does it have to be Shiki?!]
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the steam is indeed making it hard for the seamstress to make out who it is standing there but
the figure looks all too familiar. and before she realizes it, she gives a really loud "EEP" before darting underwater a bit more, arms instantly crossing over her chest]
Wh-Who's there?!?! [panicked voice!!!!]
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it is him.
Riku shakes his ponytail out, then grabs his mitts to take the biscuits for the shortbread out of the oven. He's taken over the Restoration Committee's kitchen -- after all, none of them are home, and Merlin said it was fine.
And Sora had been begging for shortcake, and who was he to refuse his best friend?
Riku sighs gently, pushing open the window to let the biscuits cool on the sill, like a good little stereotypical housewifey. Really, Aerith had just taught him it was a good idea.
Pushing a stray strand of hair away from his face, he moves to the entrance of the house, settling on the stoop to blink around at the town and its recovery.]
... Well... I guess it won't take too long, at any rate.
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IS THIS A THING THAT'S HAPPENING RIGHT NOW.
Riku stiffens, staring at the boy standing on the road with a mouthful of his shortbread in his mouth. But he's forgotten all about that when it's Roxas he's looking at, and he blinks stupidly for a moment.
Play it cool, idiot, he thinks numbly, but he can't help but still stand there like a moron. Finally, a stupid oneliner falls out of his mouth, and on the inside he winces.]
Too hot to bake.
[And then, a beat.]
... Did you just steal my shortbread?
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A kid on his own doesn't really know how to fend for himself. He's not a kid, and he's without ears, but he does know he didn't go to sleep on the street corner. So why is he here now? Confusing as hell, and his cigarettes won't even stay lit with all this rain.
His hair drips down his back, and Riku adjusts his glasses just a little, frowning to himself and slumping. Not even a hood on his coat. Today is his favorite day.
Not.]
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His shoulders are hunched and his bag is clutched close, high school uniform not doing that much to protect him from the torrent.
His ears, human and otherwise, are filled with the rushing patter patter of rain on pavement, and it smells like wetness, like freshness and like damp cement, that artificial stony smell that humanity can't seem to get away from.
He almost ignores the dark shape pressed to the wall as he passes it, but then it moves- he moves, pale hair brushing forward like a curtain and Zexion turns around to stare with narrowed blue eyes.
Tall, hunched over-- glasses spattered with droplets and curled in on himself. Damp hair, can't be too old- smells clean enough. Why is he out here in the rain, on a street corner?
Zexion stares]
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He would have been told to find him, wouldn't he? He would have been told to find this boy, if he were supposed to Fight for him.
As it is now, he lifts a hand, slipping off his glasses and pushing them into the loose pocket on the outside of his coat. They're already soaked, so he's not worried about leaving them there. What he's more interested in is this boy.
A highschooler, he's sure, but from where he isn't, but what school he goes to is not an issue. This is something important, he's sure.
He doesn't say anything, just looks back at him. It looks like the boy has something he wants to say, after all.]
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It's raining. [He informs the other boy- man, he doesn't have ears- of this in a deadpan voice. It's clear information, obvious, and of course the man who smells like smoke knows that, but it opens the conversation, and means so many more things.
Why are you out in it, his gaze asks, without anything to protect his head? Why are you looking at me like I should fix it? Why do I want to? Where do you live? Why aren't you there?]
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[He blinks, putting down his book and shuffling to open the door.] What's the matter, Xion?
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It's important!
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