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[justabignobody]

Characters: OU!Riku and open
Setting: Floor Three → all around the tower, backdated to March, 17th
Format: whatever you go with, I'll match
Summary: In which Riku is looking for his cloak and blindfold and really not thinking about the collar event. Come stumble across him?
Warnings: nothing really, I'll update if it becomes necessary though

[To say that Riku was not amused by the events of the last few days was probably the understatement of the century. He would probably be even more irritated if he could actually remember more than just the occasional flash and then just... coming to in the upper library, wearing a lab coat that's two sizes to big for him.

He's disposed of it by now, very much ignoring the twist of foreboding in his stomach as he backtracked to the last location he could remember being at before blacking out to search for his Black Coat and blindfold - the library on the third floor - no way that he'd just lost them after all. Right?

Right.

So he just strides rather quickly and purposefully towards the elevator - resolutely not looking at anything that might show him his reflection, his most likely changed eyes (he can pretend that they are still the same as they used to be, right?) - travels down to the third floor and starts to look for his things.

And yeah. Not thinking about what might have/actually did happen just yet.]

[ooc: Just for reference Riku is currently wearing his KHII cloths and has amber eyes. Even though he'll really try to just. not really look. at anyone. ever. orz]

Comments

[justabignobody]

[Riku has his reasons to wear it, which is about the only thing he will ever say on that topic even though he doesn't even actually know half of it /sob.

He nods, considering how the other had helped him just now, he will certainly try to repay the favor.]

I'll keep an eye open.

[.....Never mind how he can say this with a straight face while blindfolded.]

If I end up finding them, where should I bring them to?

[pitiedthefool]

[Poor, simple-minded fool. Not that he'd ever say it, because from the look in his eyes, there was a hint of something else going on. He definitely wouldn't press it though, since they'd only just met.

...So he could see through the blindfold? That's interesting in itself.]

Thanks. [He smiles faintly, even it's brief. Giving his room number may be a little... disconcerting, though he doesn't get the same feeling from Riku as he does Izanami or... Xehanort... Okay, he sucks at telling a few things about others, but there's a sort of sincerity that he noticed in his eyes before.] 2-04. Just ask for Yu Narukami.

[Yep. He actually knows a way of introducing himself without actually doing so.]

[justabignobody]

[Maybe he can see through it, maybe it's an entirely different trick that allows him to 'see'... Riku himself certainly wouldn't be telling. He had noticed rather quickly after taking it up that the blindfold tended to cause people to understate him - a fact that had sparked his anger at first, until he had learned to use it as advantage.

He nods once more and moves to leave, only to stop abruptly and turn his head back.]

I'm Riku. In case you ever need anything... ask for me at 2-14.

[Since he can't guarantee that he will find those glasses and he dislikes owing favors for too long.]

[pitiedthefool]

[He won't ask just yet, because he knows the importance of secrecy. There's an aspect of himself that allowed him to not need the glasses to "see" through the fog of lies, after all- one that only a few knew of that he wouldn't divulge willingly to others that he barely knows. Yu watches him begin to leave, almost going to his routine when he saw that brief movement from the corner of his eyes. Riku, huh.]

Alright. [A beat, and a faint smile.] Nice meeting you, Riku.

[justabignobody]

Likewise.

[And with that he is off to look for his cloak and those glasses. Surely, it very least former can't be too far, right?]

/you just got s.link flagged.

[pitiedthefool]

[Hopefully not. Yu watches Riku leave, then goes back to studying. ...That feeling was weird and familiar.]