you don't know anything about me. [COMPLETE]

[destinedtinsel]

[back in his tower, he's against the wall, pack of ice still to his cheek. it's healed somewhat after Sora's help, enough so he can say short sentences. he's mostly writing down what he wants to say, though. Sora's on his way back to bring him something to eat, and he's flipping through his notebook.]

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[muddledmirror]

[there's a knock on the tower door and you might assume it's diligent little Sora.]

[destinedtinsel]

[so he gets up, opening the door--and surprised at Riku, standing there.]

[muddledmirror]

[smiles, though it's a little strained.]

Hey.

[destinedtinsel]

O... oh. Hey.

[quiet, stepping a bit back. he can't help but be wary. he has no problem being killed, but not being able to talk has got to be one of the worst things to happen.]