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[illusionomicon]

[His voice is smooth and calm.]

Hello. Forgive the lack of further pleasantries, but if you have this number, I assume you know your business. Please leave a message. I will return contact as soon as possible.

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[walkthedawn]

[that's the sound of a Corridor, Zexion, and one Keybearer stepping out of it to find his way onto your couch.]

action forevs; 1/2

[illusionomicon]

[Riku why do you just appear on him like this. Zexion is not in the living room; he's seated at the kitchen table, calmly writing into the lexicon, and when Riku's scent is suddenly so close for an instant he's very prepared to fight for his... existence.]

[illusionomicon]

[but then... nothing happens.

well. he shuts the Lexicon and tucks it under his arm, before going to peer into the living room. lol wat. pause.]

Hello, Riku.

[walkthedawn]

[he smells of darkness and of the outside, and he's nursing a bruise on his back the size of a gnome still. he hasn't quite dropped himself onto the couch yet, looking up at Zexion when he comes in.]

Hello, Zexion.

[what an ungrateful guest.]

Sorry for coming unannounced. I should have...at least brought something with me.

[illusionomicon]

[he sighs shortly, the Lexicon still closed under his arm.]

The apology is appreciated, at any rate. I take it it's been a long night?

[walkthedawn]

Long few days. I've become a jailer now.

[there's a soft, bitter laugh from him as he takes out his NV and sets it on the coffee table.]

[illusionomicon]

Will you be spending the night?

[walkthedawn]

You're not going to kick me out?

[illusionomicon]

If you'd prefer that I did...?

[walkthedawn]

It's entirely up to you.

[illusionomicon]

[shrugs.]

I expect you'll behave.

[walkthedawn]

[a light smirk.]

Have I ever not behaved?

[illusionomicon]

Let's forgo reviewing that, shall we, Riku?

[walkthedawn]

The answer's "no", anyway; to behave, it would imply that you would have ownership of me in some way. And you don't.

[he's still smiling a little as he takes off his shoes and socks, taking them to the door and placing them there neatly. he heads back to the sofa.]

[illusionomicon]

You are in my house. I think you behaving yourself would simply be an act of some respect for that. [disappearing from the room briefly to rummage through a closet, to return with a blanket draped over his arms.]

[walkthedawn]

Of course I'll be good. I wouldn't do anything here. [pause.] ...You don't have to do that.