[ Breaths are still slow but even as Riku sits there on the stairs. The chill that bubbled up from inside him has dulled and he no longer finds himself feeling icy tingles running along his spine. But still, he sits there, just focusing on his breath in this moment and, behind his blindfold, eyes slowly turn their gaze back onto Arden... who doesn't seem to be leaving him anytime soon. ]
Sounds fun.
[ It's said dryly, strands of silver falling in front of his face as he takes another deep breath. ]
You don't want me here, do you? [ He asks then, softly, no longer having his gaze on him. ] Living in this house. Only Sora really does.
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Sounds fun.
[ It's said dryly, strands of silver falling in front of his face as he takes another deep breath. ]
You don't want me here, do you? [ He asks then, softly, no longer having his gaze on him. ] Living in this house. Only Sora really does.