sixty-first memory

[obliviomancy]

Hey, uh - looks like I'll be kind of late to work today. [pause. These words are still weird to him.] Sorry.

[The sounds of shifting, things rattling against each other, and the flick of a switch. But, instead of turning off, it goes to video mode. There's a brief, shaking glimpse of a post-it on a closing door. In clear black letters, it reads:

Comments

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[ex_islandsh]

[What a coincidence! Riku seems to be walking around, too, although seeing Roxas with a box makes him stop for a second.

Because curiosity killed the 'ku.]

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[obliviomancy]

[There's a slight, awkward pause - as there will always be around Riku. After all, part of Roxas feels like he should know Riku. The other part is still busy going >(. Forever. His casual, blank thoughtfulness shifts to wariness in - well, a heartbeat.

Shush.]

Hey.

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[ex_islandsh]

Hey.

[Riku hasn't formed enough of an opinion of Roxas yet, so he'll just be casual and whatnot. And curious.]

What's with the box?

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[obliviomancy]

[A one-shoulder shrug, and Roxas keeps his distance, guarded and... not quite impressed. Riku, you're short.]

Moving. Time for a change, I guess.

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[ex_islandsh]

[Yeah well, he hasn't had steroids the darkness yet.]

You been here a while?

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[obliviomancy]

Over a year.

[ Actually, he knows the number of months-week-days, but apparently telling inordinate amounts of details make you look weird. Though that reminds him of why he's moving in the first place. ]

You're still staying with Sora, right?