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[fuckyoucult]

[It's typical for a January evening in Camp Fuck You Die to be chilly - chilly for Louisiana, anyway. This particular evening is quiet and deathly so, with only the occasional gust of wind rattling the branches disturbing the silence. And that crow that keeps cawwing whether it's dusk or the break of freaking down. And that damn cricket that won't

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[adawningoath]

[investigate? nah. I'll just sit here and chill under this tree]

[anoathkept]

-Hey, did you hear that?

[nudges Riku with his foot]

[adawningoath]

Hear what?

[anoathkept]

The sound.

[adawningoath]

I didn't hear anything.

Who are you, anyway?

[anoathkept]

... What?

[adawningoath]

I said, who are you? I don't think I've ever seen you before.

[anoathkept]

Do you know Sora?

[adawningoath]

Doesn't ring a bell, no.

[anoathkept]

... Do you know who you are, at least?

[adawningoath]

Geez, man, don't get snippy just because I didn't automatically know who you are. Of course I do.

[anoathkept]

... I'm not mad at you.

Then who are you?

[adawningoath]

My name's Riku. I live here.

[anoathkept]

Where did you live before?

[adawningoath]

Nowhere. I grew up in Louisiana.

[anoathkept]

Without any friends?