dawnward | (no subject)

[is just there, sitting on your couch, gazing calmly off into space. he looks at Riku when Riku walks in.]

Did I hear you putting something away?

[He stops dead in his tracks when he sees Zexion just...lounging there, like he belongs. His door was locked, how did-]

Books. What are you doing here?

{mildly amused that Riku answered his... question before asking why the hell he was in his home. an eyebrow is raising your way, kid.}

Your couch is very comfortable.

That doesn't answer my question. How did you even get past the lock?

[...Oh, right. Corridors. He rolls his eyes.]

I'm sure you can answer that for yourself. {continuin' to chillax.}

Why are you here? If you needed to speak with me, a simple message on my NV would have been fine.

[Ebony comes out of Riku's room and rubs against his leg; she trots off to the kitchen without even so much of a glance in Zexion's direction. He rolls his eyes at her, crossing to one of the chairs.]

Some warning you are.

You don't seem terribly bothered.

Should I be? If you cause that much of an issue, I can toss you out the way you came in. Maybe you should start answering my questions.

No need to be offended. It's just interesting how quickly you adapt.

Is that a compliment or a comment?

I suppose it depends on whether or not you see adaptability as an advantage.

It is in this world, at least. [He fixes him with a cool stare.] Why are you here?

You can't even manage a bit more politeness? You can't offer a cup of tea?

[Are you serious. Riku keeps staring for a moment before he just sighs.]

Would you like something, since you're here?

If it's troublesome, I could make tea.

[He's not leaving you alone in his kitchen. Riku stands, shaking his head.]

I'll make some. Do you have a specific preference?

{an amused glance. somewhat amused.}

What's your selection?

[God, like he knows his tea selection by heart. He gets up and goes to the cabinet in the kitchen.]

Lemon and honey, green, some...jasmine stuff, and black plum.

{getting up, and drifting after, because like hell he won't watch while Riku makes him tea.}

Black plum.

[Riku reaches into the cabinet and pulls out the container of tea leaves, grabbing out the other things he needs. He fills up the kettle and sets it on the stove to heat, glancing over as Zexion wanders in. He raises an eyebrow.]

What, afraid I'm going to poison it?

I'm not entirely certain that you know how to make tea properly. {stares... at...}

[He rolls his eyes, getting out a small spoon and his two leaf meshes.]

Do you want yours strong or not?

Edited 2010-09-01 22:09 (UTC)

Strong. {just watching.} Who taught you to do this, Riku?

[He adds plenty of leaves to the wire mesh holder, locking it in tightly so nothing will spill as he waits for the water to boil.]

I taught myself after a few failed attempts. And after seeing that tea bags weren't as good as real leaves.

When?