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[It's been a long few days, back to back of work. He's caught naps in between but that's mostly it, and now he's just grateful that he has the rest of the day to himself. He pushes himself up the three flights of stairs through the store today, grabbing three books from the shelves without paying. He'll return them, he silently promises, as he trudges up the last few steps. He just needs something to put him out later.

He unlocks the door to his apartment and steps inside, dumping the books on the side opening to the kitchen as he shrugs off his vest.]

Ebony, come here, I'll feed you.

[Riku briefly ducks into the kitchen to put some fresh dry food in her bowl; he washes his hands and then walks into the living room, destined to flop himself down on his couch.]

Finally...

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You made it sound like I was bowled over by looking at you.

[shrugs.] Would you rather I teased you?

I'm not sure our definitions of that word would be the same.

What is your definition?

To make fun of, to annoy someone...

Have you often been teased?

I'll answer that when you answer my question. What's your definition of the word?

Not so different, really.

Every kid gets teased at some point. I just made myself better than that.

Better than teasing, or being teased?

You should be able to answer that question on your own, I think.

Perhaps I can. [he eats another cherry. they're mostly gone by now.] Would you go home again, Riku?

No, not until I was satisfied with how the world was fixing itself.

I see.

Do you think that will ever happen?

Possibly not. But there will, eventually, be a way out of here.

[drums his fingers for a moment, still. thoughtful.]

Always a worthy hope? [he takes the plate in hand and stands up, heading for the kitchen again.]

[He looks up as the man gets up, shrugging, sipping his tea.]

Everything deserves a chance, right?

[depositing plate in kitchen.] A kindhearted way to think.

Is it?

In comparison to some. [he comes to the kitchen door and stands in the frame, folding his arms and giving Riku a nod.]

[He looks over and slowly stands, heading back into the kitchen for another refill.] I'm surprised you're being honest.

Obvious, more like. [he nods.] Good night, Riku.

[What follows is almost blurted out awkwardly.] Thank you.

[raises his eyebrows.]

For the company, despite your reasons for being here.