[a moonlit shoreline, stretching as far as the eye can see in either direction. The sand is fine and soft underfoot, littered with shells. At the waterline stands a girl, slight but confident in her posture, staring out at the waves. The breeze ruffles her
short hair, black in the moonlight, making her resemblance to a
recidivated even more striking.]
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[ there's only a subtle rapping at her door before it's opened; for things like this, he'll ignore formalities ]
Kairi.
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[she looks up at the knock, giving her friend a relieved smile.]
So...I guess you saw that.
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[ he sits down on her bed with a fwump; that's all he'll say about it, really. he's probably the only one who was like this about their world(s) ]
[ knowing enough about dreams, he, too, recognizes the implications: Kairi doesn't want to be left behind again, and she's struggling with figuring out who she is and where she comes from. they're things Riku's suffered before, and he knows no words from anyone but himself would ever have comforted ]
[ his silence speaks far louder concerning those issues, but his palm casually sliding over the back of her hand is by far the most vocal ]
...I know those windows.
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[she leans over the slightest bit, not putting her weight on him, but just so that their shoulders are touching.]
...you do? From where?
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