It's cold outside, still ( Read more... )

There is one Riku, outside the bar, sitting at the lakeside. His shoes are off and his pantslegs are rolled up, his feet in the water. His eyes are closed and he seems to be reflecting on something.

But even if he's thinking a lot about something, he wouldn't be opposed to company. It'd probably be a lot better than his thoughts.

Riku's sitting at the bar itself, drinking from a root beer. He hasn't been to the realms of darkness in a few days, and he's more of his right mind. Fidgetting like crazy, Riku is tapping his fingers on the glass and the bar and anything else his hands might be resting on. He keeps glancing around every few minutes, ready to approach or escape, ( Read more... )

Riku is outside the bar, in his civvies. He's holding a wooden practice sword, and using it to batter up what seems to be intended to be a person. The contraption is made of sticks and bounds together with what seems to be mummy-like red stripes of cloth.

It's holding together pretty well, but from the looks of it, he'll split it apart soon.

"Oh, come on. Can't I just have the tea?"

A moment passes, and then another note (there are four more off to the side) appears.

Eat your breakfast.There's a plate of French toast, with eggs and sausage sitting on the bar in front of him ( Read more... )

It’s evening and Kairi can’t concentrate on her homework. Her thoughts keep drifting away from fractions and equations and instead to a smiling boy with blue eyes ( Read more... )

Naminé is by the fireplace tonight, eyes closed, her arms hugging her sketchpad while she is somewhat curled up against the cushions of the couch. There is a vague sort of smile on her face, and she looks to be having a peaceful dream ( Read more... )

So, Axel's been bored. Slouching on the couch by the fire is all well and good - and not a bad 'hiding place' so far - but it's boring. So he's up and about and moving around today. Hood still up, of course, but, hey ( Read more... )

Naminé is in the bar tonight, a slightly crumpled piece of paper in her hand ( Read more... )

Riku approachs the bar, looking frustrated and annoyed. He drops a few torn pieces of paper on her, and leans heavily on the wood for a moment.

"Direct these notes to where they've gotta go, please?" he asks. "It's really important ( Read more... )