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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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[tall-dark-and.livejournal.com]

"You're assuming he's not helping me," Riku says, "And in that you'd be dead wrong."

[mogget_cat]

"The first step is accepting that you have screw-ups, Riku. You were... pretty vehemently denying their existence, back there." Means he hasn't progressed much, if any.

"You probably have a better bedside manner than I do," Yrael grins at Akito. "Humans are fragile things, more sensitive than I tend to deal with." He glances at Riku.

And Akito probably cares enough to see that the poking heals rather than causes anyone to shatter. Yrael doesn't get to break people very often. Riku's just too tempting a target to pass up, sometimes.

[tall-dark-and.livejournal.com]

"Not admitting I have screwups and not thinking I have the ones you suggest are entirely two different cases."

Of course, there's also ignorance on his own part, but Riku refuses to accept that.