[Riku;]
... Uh... I'm guessing you remember the whole thing with the... clinging to my arm and... me... running... my mouth...?
... And me clinging back?
Shit, this headache is killer.
[/Riku;]
... Where can I get aspirin.
[kinda wandering around, nothing seemed too terribly out of place. Until suddenly--]
What the hell?!
[Anyone who might have been watching? Yeah, that was a chair rearing back on its hind legs and charging angrily at him. He dodged, of course, but it's coming at him again. A flash of light over each hand pulls out both Keyblades, and he tears it up completely as it comes at him. It's a pile of splinters and shattered wood on the ground now.]
Alright, is this the hotel's version of a sick joke?