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tampered2008-10-14 04:26 pm
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log; in progress
When; after this thread and before the curse
Rating; PG for language
Characters; Riku and Sora
Summary; Riku needs cheering up and a place to stay. Sora solves both problems!
Log;
It was disturbing how different this newly arrived Riku was from the past Riku. When Sora took into consideration their differing timelines, he knew precisely why Riku was so different. This Riku hadn't seen Destiny Islands in almost two years unlike the Riku he fell into the industrial wonderland with. But as stated, Riku was Riku no matter what and Sora would back him up.
Mind cleared of all the dramatics (at least for the moment), the younger of the two stood in the room surveying his work. He, using his imagination very literally, had designed a very simple, bare room. White walls, white carpet, normal bed, dresser; overall very boring and very un-Riku-like. This was a problem. So he snatched up King, his orange roommate, left the room and stood outside the door.
When he opened the door again, he felt inclined to slap his hand over his face.
Subconsciously Kairi had come to mind while he was trying to think up a room for Riku again. These thoughts turned the pale, boring room into a preppy girl's pink paradise.
"I think I should leave this up to Riku."
Rating; PG for language
Characters; Riku and Sora
Summary; Riku needs cheering up and a place to stay. Sora solves both problems!
Log;
It was disturbing how different this newly arrived Riku was from the past Riku. When Sora took into consideration their differing timelines, he knew precisely why Riku was so different. This Riku hadn't seen Destiny Islands in almost two years unlike the Riku he fell into the industrial wonderland with. But as stated, Riku was Riku no matter what and Sora would back him up.
Mind cleared of all the dramatics (at least for the moment), the younger of the two stood in the room surveying his work. He, using his imagination very literally, had designed a very simple, bare room. White walls, white carpet, normal bed, dresser; overall very boring and very un-Riku-like. This was a problem. So he snatched up King, his orange roommate, left the room and stood outside the door.
When he opened the door again, he felt inclined to slap his hand over his face.
Subconsciously Kairi had come to mind while he was trying to think up a room for Riku again. These thoughts turned the pale, boring room into a preppy girl's pink paradise.
"I think I should leave this up to Riku."
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Sora's world grew while his body shortened, shrank and contorted; evolving from a human to a lion without the aid of Donald's magic was not a painless change. He tucked his head between his newly formed paws as the rest of his body switched from human to animal in a matter of seconds. When it was all over and the transformation was complete, Sora picked his head up.
Boy, was he small now. And furry. And sort of dirty. He would have begun the long cleaning process cats are so famous for had he not a crisis on his hands.
"Riku, are you okay? You're... Uh..." Sora had the decency to look away. "Yeah."
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He sounded like a kid. Worse yet, he sounded like a female kid. And he was no bigger than an apple. Oh, the urge of finding the nearest wall in order to repeatedly bang his head against it was strong within him, but he diligently guarded himself against the tempting idea. Instead he simply glared at everything his eyes met, trying to find his balance in the air as he got more accustomed to his new appendices.
"Cause I totally needed this," he groaned, flying down to meet Sora and stopping right in front of his nose. "Do I look okay to you?"
With no warnings, he grabbed a handful of Sora's fur and pulled as hard as he could, snatching the hair from his head. Well, he needed something to cover himself, didn't he?
"You laugh and you're dead," he poked his nose as he warned him, hiding his private parts with the fur he'd stolen.
Because of course, he was in the best position ever to threaten anyone.
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Getting a good look at his friend's new form, Sora couldn't stop or even slow down his grin. Riku was so tiny; tiny and winged and Sora wished he still had some pixie dust from Tinkerbell to join him, but sadly he was without.
"Maybe we can make you a diaper with a pin and some torn fabric," he teased. First he had to shake off the shirt, the jacket and the shorts that he'd have to remember to take to his own room before the curse ended. Once they were shed Sora was free to pounce on the bed and bite at the sheets. With a piece of fabric in his mouth from the snow white bed, he was now free to find a pin.
"Look around for something sharp, like a needle!"