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[rehabilitations]

texting/action/overflow.

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@arthirst (tfln)

[rehabilitations]

[ (original thread.)

ah, well. that makes sense. once yusuke sends his last text, akira takes a moment to check his surroundings before deciding on leaving the platform. the easiest place to meet would be the hachiko statue, so he opts to wait there instead, leaning against the side of it with his hands in his pockets. he knows yusuke is fine, but a part of him is still a little concerned anyway.

he straightens up once he sees yusuke, a smile on his face as he leans in to kiss him, light and soft. ]

That's one down. A hundred and fifty-nine more to go.

for ruby:

[bravehearts]

[ the years he'd spent on and off in darkness feel a little like dog years — they count for more because they demand more: more pain, more sorrow, more regret. it's easy to forget that he'd been a normal boy once upon a time, one who went to school and played with his friends; one that had sleepovers and video game marathons late into the night, pretending to be asleep with the television on when one of their parents came to check on them. things like friendly rivalry and five rounds of mario kart seem hard to come by these days, but he figures there's no harm in indulging when the opportunity presents itself. no heartless, no grimm, no war hanging on the horizon — just a bunch of teens drinking way too much soda while pretending to knock each other off a race course.

it's almost surreal how normal it all feels.

he may have been running around in darkness and been through more trials than he could count, but picking up the controller is almost as familiar as picking up the keyblade for the first time, albeit with less weighted responsibility and the duty attached to it. riku's good at everything, sora is quick to insist, a fond sort of exasperation in his tone. and really, it's been a while since they last played mario kart, but as he coasts through the finish line with ruby hot on his heels, it feels as if no time had passed at all. ]

So, [ he says around the straw in his mouth, one corner of it quirked up in a grin. ] Best out of six?