• day 1 •

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[A relatively short teenager with punkish blond hair and a very conspicuous black coat wanders around the Plane. The first thing he finds is the kitchen. He examines it curiously, all the while talking to himself.]

Doesn't seem like there's anything strange about it... but how does it work?

[He turns on the faucet and samples the water.]

Where does it come from?

[But this. This growling machine over here is completely new to him. He opens it and gasps.] Whoa! It's cold...! [And, like any curious dog or something would, he sticks his head in the refrigerator to investigate.

Now is probably the perfect time to bother the new kid.]

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[Riku was certainly not expecting this. He came into the kitchen to take a break, have a snack, relax a bit... and what does he see? That coat. Warning bells immediately go off in the back of his mind.

He stands by the far wall, arms crossed, watching. He'll wait until the kid turns around...]

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[A shiver down his spine lets him know that he's being watched. He frowns, then glances around with eyes that could belong to Sora.

He spies the boots first... then the coat. His expression of curiosity shifts into one of alarm, and he assumes a defensive stance.]

Who are you?!

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[If Riku wasn't blindfolded, Roxas might have been able to see his surprise. This kid, he looks a hell of a lot like...

Well. Things just got interesting. Riku steps away from the wall, straightening up, arms falling to his side.]

You know, I was going to ask you that.

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[How Roxas got here can wait. There's a strange boy in front of him. He tries to sound tough, but he's confused and lost and very much on edge.]

I asked first! Why are you wearing that coat? You're not part of the Order.

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[Riku is trying to maintain a threatening demeanor, but it's faltering. It's hard when he's staring at someone who looks so much like his best friend. Soulless or no...]

I have my reasons. [None of which you get to hear about. Neener~]