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[justabignobody]

Characters: Riku (justabignobody) and Naminé (lethechained), then O P E N
Setting: 5th September, Daytime, all around the Tower
Format: Action to start with, but I'll match!
Summary: After spending a month back home (and finding out that it is really all destroyed) Riku returns to the Tower. Clearly, the first thing on order is to check up on everyone!
Warnings: Non as of now.

[A - Dormitory Hallways - Closed to Naminé]

[It's... hard to say just how much time has passed since he woke from the dreams into a living nightmare, since he had realized that this wasn't another trick, another dream, but reality. How much time he's spent wandering, wondering, thinking.

Sometimes along the road, he had decided not to give up, not to give into the despair - no matter how tempting it might seem.

And the moment he reawakens and knows, feels that something has changed, he also knows that that was the right decision to make.

Finally, he steps out of his room, still slightly disoriented, but determined to find somebody.

(He has missed them. He has missed them so much and the ache in his heart is even worse than it had been in those ten months before he had arrived in the tower)]


[B - All around the Tower - Open to all!]

[Things are clearer now not just because his hair and bangs are maybe just a little bit shorter). A whole month has passed since he had been forced to sleep. A lot has happened since, a lot he has missed. But even though Naminé has reassured him that everyone is fine, that non of their friends is gone or hurt (too badly at least), he needs to make sure himself.

So, for once Riku is the one, who systematically wanders the floors in search of familiar faces (and possibly running into some not so familiar ones). And for once, the relief of being back, of being back with people is showing more and more, with every passing hour.]



[ooc: a.) Please indicate the number of the Floor you want to run into Riku, either in the subject line or the tag itself!

b.) I'll probably still be using some blindfold icons, but as of now Riku is not wearing it anymore.

c.) Also, if you haven't please take a moment for his permissions post!]

Comments

[lethechained]

[A lot more so than most of the things infesting the Tower, that's for certain.]

[Of course -- all the more reason for her to appreciate it.]

[She seems to be honoring the original plan and returning to his room. After all, this isn't exactly the sort of thing that it would be wise to allow something or someone to sneak up on them during. Any situation where there are scissors near someone's neck should probably be handled with care. Privacy is for the best.]

[justabignobody]

[True. Though, amusing hardly applied on anything that came directly from the tower.

True... Riku is rather thankful for her consideration - he doesn't really need anyone else watching this - it's a private moment for them to share. Once they reach his room, he opens the door for her and takes a step aside to let her in.]

[lethechained]

[That's for certain.]

[Exactly - of course, his pride is a consideration. There's also a small part of her that would for some reason be slightly embarrassed to have such a thing walked in on, even if she's not quite sure why. She takes the indication and walks inside with a smile his way, taking a few steps into the room to make sure he won't have any trouble getting in himself before turning to wait for him. The only question now is where he wants to sit.]

[justabignobody]

[Haha, her too then, huh? Well, if it were to happen, at least they would be embarrassed together?

Well... that really is a question, isn't it? :|a

Riku glances around the room, asking himself the same question - the bed is probably a bad idea and there aren't any chairs in the room - and after a moment he just walks over and sits down on his trunk. This should work, right?]

[lethechained]

[At least. But would that count as double the embarrassment or would it be better because they suffered it together? :|aaaaaa]

[Naminé's happy to let him decide, not because it saves her the trouble - though of course she doesn't mind that - but because she'd rather he choose somewhere he'll find comfortable. Once he's chosen, she trails after him, pausing a moment as she considers his decision.]

Will you be comfortable enough? [It should work, but that's a concern, too.]

[justabignobody]

[Hmm, shared pain is half the pain, right? That probably applies to embarrassment too. :|a

He turns his head back over his shoulder, smiling at her as he reaches up to free what strands of hair have gotten caught up in his cloak. And well, take of the cloak while he is at it.]

I'm good.

[Then he sit back down again, waiting for her to start.]

[lethechained]

[Seems like the best way to think about it. It's close enough. :|a]

[She smiles easily back, nodding.]

All right.

[If that's what he wants. She steps closer, pausing behind him to have a better look at what she's working with, here. To her dismay, she finds him sorely in need of a hair-brushing first.]

When was the last time you brushed your hair?

[It's not accusatory, just a legitimate question, and she steps away a moment to dig up a brush before coming back over to him.]

[justabignobody]

[Shared embarrassment is half the embarrassment, then... Yeah that works for him! :|b

He hesitates a moment as he thinks and then just shrugs, because well...]

Uhh... I guess, it's been a while since?

[Hey, it's not like brushes or combs grow on trees. Especially when all the worlds have been reduced to wasteland.]

[lethechained]

[Agreement all around, then. Plan adopted!]

[SIGH. Except it's not really a sigh, it's more of a small but still slightly louder than necessary exhale.]

Well, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised.

[What with his being in a wasteland and also not always looking after himself like he should.]

I'll take care of it for you.

[True to her word, she sets to work brushing his hair, doing her best to cause him as little discomfort as possible. She's good at being gentle, at least, but also firm enough to get the job done. It doesn't hurt that he has such pretty hair and she sort of enjoys the opportunity to play with it, even if it's not actually playing but rather working. Close enough, right?]

[justabignobody]

[Hey, what's with that not-quite-sigh. Excuse him for having more important things to think about while trapped in the wastelands of their homeworlds than his hair. Sheesh. (nottalking)

There may or may not be something like a pout flickering over his face, even as he leans back and lets her work.]

...Thanks.

[He tries his best to show as little discomfort as possible as she brushes through his hair - he's had far, far worse of course, but that doesn't mean the foreign tugging on his hair still isn't just a little uncomfortable. H-He does not. There is nothing pretty whatsoever about his hair! o///O;]

[lethechained]

[She doesn't mean to guilt him TOO much, it's just... it always hurts her a little inside when she finds he hasn't been properly taken care of, whether through fault of his own or the fault of the situation. Gently, as if she does not really think thanks are necessary in the first place,]

You're welcome.

[She continues with her work a few moments, doing her best to avoid causing him discomfort, but it's not exactly possible to get around it entirely. She does not envy his position. Quietly,]

I'm sorry.

[Whether for sighing at him or the pain she can't get out of causing him, it is unclear. (It is probably both.) Try telling that to her. She would have some strenuous objections, should she choose to voice them.]

[justabignobody]

[Well... if it helps, he usually doesn't mean to not take care of himself? Of course, his standards of being taken care of and hers may or may not differ just a bit, but that's a different story.

He leans back into her touch, to make it easier on her and because...]

...You don't need to apologize.

[For either of that. Sometimes he deserves to be sighed at - he knows that - and what discomfort she might be causing him right now just can't really be helped. adkajdajhdn don't ever tell him. All dat mental keysmashing.]

[lethechained]

[It does help somewhat. Except yes, that is a very distinct possibility.]

[She doesn't miss the change, and although she does not say it, she is grateful. In response, she runs her fingers gently over the portion of his hair that she just finished clearing of knots, her more logical excuse for the action being to smooth it. She has other knots to disentangle, however, and soon she must set about doing that again. Quietly,]

If you say so.

[She always feels bad for it nonetheless. She makes no promises.]

[justabignobody]

[He's glad for that. Good thing that that isn't up for discussion... at least right now.

He presses back against her fingers, just a little - admittedly, this really feels kind of very nice. He closes his eyes as he enjoys the contact (and feels just a bit guilty about it), lips twitching up into a smirk.]

I do say so.

[And that's his final word on this.]

[lethechained]

[She'll get him next time--]

[Though she cannot see his expression, she does get the hint. So if maybe when she's done with the next section she does the same thing and is a little more thorough about it there's surely nothing amiss, right?]

I guess that's the end of it, then.

[Tee hee.]

I can't possibly argue with that.

[justabignobody]

[She can try.

Well, right now he looks very, very pleased with himself and her.]

Thought so.

[That really ought to be the end of this argument, right?]

[lethechained]

[Try, succeed, what's the difference--]

[It does seem to be the end of that argument, indeed, a quiet but bright laugh her only response as she continues her work. Soon enough, she sets the brush aside and takes just a moment to gently smooth all of his freshly untangled hair down, whether it's necessary or not. (There's a benefit to it for both of them, anyway.)]

[Her,] There. [Is accompanied by the quiet satisfaction of a job well done.] All finished.

So, how short do you want it to be?