when they finally come to destroy the earth

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WHO: Riku and whoever he runs into. Maybe you?
WHERE: Mostly Heropa, but all imPort cities are fair game
WHEN: All November
WHAT: Catchall for Riku this month! I was planning one last month and forgot. General prompts inside, hit me up at guriido_ if you want something specific!
WARNINGS: None as of yet, will update

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[Riku spends a lot of time on the beach.

Maybe less than he did before he started teaching swimming at the Nonah training facility, but he's still there fairly often. Sometimes he's running, using the paths beside the beach rather than the sand, and he'll go maybe a mile up the coast and then trudge back. Sometimes he's actually swimming, then dragging himself out of the water, salt water matting his hair. And then there are days where he's there with his cat or his pig, or both, and he's sitting in the sand reading a book or texting or just sitting.

He goes to the Cape Canaveral beach so often that it's starting to become a place that he's pretty sure people think he just straight up lives there. He's not against company, though, and he's actually a little pleased if somebody he knows shows up. There's only so much silence even he can take.]

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[If he's not on the beach then he's probably in one of the Porter cities. Riku's job, even though technically he could do most of it from home, requires him to at least go pick up the parcels he's supposed to deliver. And for big parcels he does just send them through a portal, but for the smaller ones, he likes to zoom around on his silly hover-vespa and actually deliver them by hand. Bart might think that's too slow, but really, when you don't exactly follow traffic laws (he's been known to scoot in between two lanes of traffic at stops, or pass on the right) it usually only takes him about an hour to get wherever he's going. The Porter helps with that, of course.

Today he's got a satchel slung across his chest -- it's fat and kind of lumpy, because it's full of boxes. There are a few letters in there too, but they're held together with an elastic so he doesn't squash them. When he started this job he didn't think he'd be sending mail, but really, anything that needs delivering, he doesn't mind doing. Unless it's... an animal or a person or something like that. He's not a bodyguard.

Riku pulls over so he can enter a convenience store, and when he emerges he doesn't drive off right away -- he sits on the vespa sideways with a fountain drink cup, straw in his mouth, and watches passerby. People-watching is always interesting.]

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nov 12 nonah 05

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[It's been two days since Riku went to find Kaneda under the streetlamp. He didn't really expect much activity from him in the first twenty four hours, but it's been around forty eight now so he doesn't feel so bad about disturbing him. He's brought burgers and fries, because he's not going to break tradition just because Kaneda got banged up.

Somebody lets him in and he heads for Kaneda's room, rapping his knuckles on the door and then sticking his head inside.]

Hey.

[rassera]

[If hitting his head was intending to stop him from doing everyday things, it wasn't doing a very good job in the slightest. Because Kaneda's not only up and about, but he's got chalk in his hands, marking rough sketches on his walls. They don't really look like anything...scribbles mostly in different colours, followed by sloppy japanese.


His current stroke in the kanji he's writing slows as he hears that voice, turning to look at the door.]

Hey.

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[He raises a brow at him. Riku crosses the room, sets the drink tray and grease-stained paper bag on the bedside table and sits down next to it. The room just smells like chalk and that's it, and he wrinkles his nose a little, but staves the sensation off with a slurp of one of the drinks.]

You look lively. How's your head?

[rassera]

[Setting the chalk down, he dusts off his gloves before removing and tossing them on the bed.]

Pretty good! Guess I've got a thicker skull than even I knew.

[To which he does a fake 'knocking' on his head. But since Riku brought food, his attention instantly focuses on that, reaching and taking that remaining drink.]

And some fast healers.

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[Riku watches this with a conflicted expression, wanting to be not amused but unable to help it. Instead he just takes another sip of his drink, lifting his chin in the direction of the bag.]

I got you a burger.

[rassera]

[You'd think it was Christmas morning with how Kaneda looks at that bag. While burgers weren't his top choice, he still ate them willingly, and often. It was cheap and it gave him calories to burn, which was what his body needed.

With a grateful look to Riku, he opens the bag and flops on his bed, unwrapping it.]

What's the outside world like, today?

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[He shrugs, reaching to take a box of fries out of the little bag too. They can cram so much food in there...]

Same as always, really. That post looks crazy, by the way. I passed it on the way here.

[Riku smiles quietly, then lifts his head a little, chewing a french fry as he observes the room. Kaneda's room isn't all that cluttered -- there's not a whole lot in it. So the walls...]

What's this, though?

[rassera]

[He wastes no time in shoving that burger in his mouth as he eats, staring at the ceiling a moment before his eyes flick in Riku's direction.]

Yeah? I really did a number to it, huh...

[Don't talk with your mouth full. But honestly, he's glad. Because if he's able to do that and come out with as little injuries as he had, then that's a victory to him. Hell, he can't even imagine what the human body would look like in that situation.]

...

[But at Riku's question, he smiles, swallowing.]

It's gonna be a city.

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[Riku nods, but he's got his straw in his mouth so he can't reply. When he finishes though, he looks back at Kaneda, curious about his answer.]

Yeah? I didn't know you were artsy.

[rassera]

[He had a feeling Riku would say that, as he lays sprawled on his bed. He didn't really give off that impression, did he... His eyes flick to the wall, looking at the vague, barely legible chalk marks that were supposed to make up a design.]

Well, -someone- had to customize my bike.

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... You know, I was aware of that, but it never clicked in my head until just now.

[He shakes his head, lips curving. Riku's not artsy by any means, though he was never a terrible drawer whenever they had to do stuff in school. Though maybe he's just comparing against Sora, who couldn't draw to save his life.]

That's really cool, actually.

[rassera]

[Don't give him too much credit, Riku. Give him a pencil and you'll be treated to the biggest kindergarten doodle in the history of anything. But for some reason, spray paint was different. Handmade stencils, little details, just the small tricks you could learn to make things look beautiful, but simple.

But at Riku's approval, he smiles. Not that he was looking for it specifically, but it's nice to hear it.]

Chaa-chan said it's one of my healthier hobbies.


Wonder where he gets that idea.

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[Unlike Kaneda, Riku had to grow up being able to pronounce names like "Selphie", so he doesn't have issues pronouncing most names. The problem is that when he hears 'Chaa-chan' he has to stop for a second and decipher it, and then he's grinning, both at that and because yeah, seriously, Kaneda.]

What? You mean getting beat to hell all the time isn't healthy?

[rassera]

[There's another bite to that burger, trying not to laugh at that comment.]

I don't know either! I mean, they want me to be active, but then when I get hurt they just go--

[This is Ken's face right now.]

"Kaneda-san...."

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[He squints at him, then laughs.]

Do you practice that one? But, I mean, I get it? They're just worried, that's all.

[He waves a fry at him, indicating all of him.]

I think they'd like to prevent stuff like this from happening.

[rassera]

Nah, I just hear it enough. Got it pretty down pat, you know?

[But he knows. Ken always had Kaneda's best interest and safety at heart. It's what made their bond so strong. They looked out for each other.

Protected each other.]

Sometimes you just get bad luck.

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Yeah. [He smiles, quiet. It always seemed to him that Kaneda's relationship with Ken was one of the most normal ones he had, and it probably did them both good.] He's a good kid.