practice; witchesreign

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[ Riku glared down at the carpet, bored and irritated. Yes, he had a scarf around his neck, yes, it was 90 degree weather--so what? The theatre freaks woe their black gear all the time, and no one bothered them. Why was he bothered? Of course, because he kept to himself and his best friends were in comas, they thought he might have something wrong

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[ the face startles him, he straightens in his seat and narrows his eyes--but he realizes too soon that it couldn't be Roxas. he doesn't have that vibe. he nods yes out of habit, letting his head drop back down. ]

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[ Riku shrugs in an offhand way; it's bugging him, sure, but he won't say it to a stranger. He can't say it, anyway. ]