[When the pain fades, Riku finds himself with one knee on the ground, shivering faintly, because while the pain itself is gone, the memory of it still echoes through his body and he needs a second to process the things that Ruana said, that she's in the room with them in first place.
They've gone straight from the frying pan into the fire after all, eh?
He keeps his arm tight around Xion as he fights his way back up to his feet, struggling to get his thoughts clear (and still the first thing that slips past his lips is a snort and a quip – he isn't in any state where he can actually consider approaching Ruana even if it was actually an option, but verbal sparring? He'll have to be deader than dead before he'll stop engaging that when need be.)]
Cute, eh? You might want to talk to somebody about your definition of that.
[Eye of the beholder or not, cute and Riki just doesn't go hand in hand, and that Ruana considers him such probably says a lot of things about her.]
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They've gone straight from the frying pan into the fire after all, eh?
He keeps his arm tight around Xion as he fights his way back up to his feet, struggling to get his thoughts clear (and still the first thing that slips past his lips is a snort and a quip – he isn't in any state where he can actually consider approaching Ruana even if it was actually an option, but verbal sparring? He'll have to be deader than dead before he'll stop engaging that when need be.)]
Cute, eh? You might want to talk to somebody about your definition of that.
[Eye of the beholder or not, cute and Riki just doesn't go hand in hand, and that Ruana considers him such probably says a lot of things about her.]