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[tall-dark-and.livejournal.com]

Riku's sitting at a table near the front, his boots plopped on the desk, writing furiously in a notebook.

He's concentrating so hard he wouldn't notice if a giant tried to sneak up on him. He's so confused his hands are shaking. He's so pissed off that he wants to punch the wall until either the wall or his fist breaks.

He's just figured out something about his friends and enemies and the bar, and he has no idea what to do about this knowledge at all.

And Ansem's voice, over and over, shooting daggers into his head and heart:

I told you so I told you so I told you so

[OOC: Warning for a not-quite-right Riku, and the possibility of having to deal with Ansem.]

[tiny tags: wanijima akito, billy kaplan, zexion]

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[hungryampersand.livejournal.com]

Famine's intrigued, now, enough to look around furtively and then ask, "Was it something you ate?" as if it's a too-personal (or too-embarrassing) question to ask.

[tall-dark-and.livejournal.com]

"Nah, but it looks like you need a meal or two."

Or, you know, a hundred.

[hungryampersand.livejournal.com]

Famine straightens itself up and scowls at Riku. "I have never eaten," it says, all offended dignity and 'you should have known that' and such.