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[003 || Written]

[There aren't any words, just a random sketch of an island showing up in the journals. If it looks like it was done by a 5-year-old, WELL...that's because Riku isn't an artist, so whatever. Shut up. He's just trying to pass the time anyway.

If anyone on his crew needs him, they can find him sprawled on his hammock in his room.]

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Oh. Did you see Natsuno before you came over?

No, I just came straight over. I didn't tell anyone I was coming.

Want me to pass on a message for you?

No -- no need. I was just curious.

Thanks, though.

Everything okay...?

Not really, but that's my fault so I can't really whine about it.

Did you guys fall out or something?

Yeah, you could say that.

But you guys will be okay, right?

[There's a looong pause as Riku just taps his pencil against the journal. He wonders if Selphie knows about them, and kind of figures she does. But he's starting to realize that he really didn't tell like...anyone. Except Sora. Then again, he's not really a 'make an announcement' kind of guy, he just assumed most people would notice eventually.

He sighs, then makes himself write.]

I broke up with him.

*There's an equally long pause as Selphie considers how ro reply. She knows that Natsuno must be feeling as miserable as she is right now. In the end she just writes one word*

Why?

It's complicated.

[The lamest of all lame responses. He frowns.]

I can't just write it all out.

*Nor would she expect him too. Anyone could be reading this, after all*

I understand.

[Another pause and more pencil tapping.]

...But if you wanted to talk about anything on your end, too—

[There's something else written, but he crosses it out.]

I don't want to just unload on you.

My door's open, though. Even if you just want company.

*Selphie frowns a little at the scribbled our part, wondering what it had said*

Unloading is okay. I just - it depends. I don't know how much talk about break ups I can handle right now.

*Normally she'd be straight there to talk things through, but trying to deal with her own heartache is the reason she's there in the first place*

Right, of course. That makes sense. Sorry.

[Heaves a sigh and flops onto his back in his hammock. His handwriting might get a little sloppy with the change in position.]

I don't know if I did the right thing. But that's on me, I guess.

*Despite how she feels, Selphie isn't one for putting herself first, so she can ignore that for awhile*

Okay. I can come meet you in your room if you like.

*Conversations like this shouldn't happen over the journal after all*

Only if you want. Honestly, you're going through a rough time right now, too, I don't want to just throw all my crap at you on top of that.

[Though having someone else's thoughts on the whole thing might not be a bad thing.]

BRB

*Given that she doesn't live on the Moon, she doesn't know which room is Riku's, but she wanders along anyway and will hopefully find it soon. She'll call out his name if she still can't find him*

[He thinks of that after a moment, so he tosses his journal aside and gets up to go open the door and lean out into the hallway, looking for her.]

Selphie! This one.

*Spotting Riku, Selphie gives him a tiny wave before heading over to his room*

Hey.

Hi.

[Steps back to let her in, then shuts the door behind her. He goes and drops back down onto his hammock.]

Uh, feel free to sit wherever. Here or Sora's.

[Gestures at the other hammock in the room.]

*She carefully sits down on Sora's hammock and looks across at Riku like she's ready to listen*

Okay. So what's going on?

Um.

[Wheeeere to begin...]

Okay. So. A few days ago, when all those weird candies were everywhere, I might've...kissed Sora.

*She nods, and gives an understanding look*

But that was different. That was the candy. Yuuki will understand that.

[Shakes his head.]

No. That was the problem. Sora had some, but I didn't know that. I thought he was just...

[Spreads his hands a little, giving a small shrug.]

So I kissed him back. And then even after he told me, I...did it again.

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