[ unlike Jack, Riku blossoms in the heat. he's missed the sun, and he looks pretty jubilant as he plays his final song on his saxophone in a nearby street. pocketing the money the townspeople give him, he wanders for a place to sit--and he finds Jack, though his brisk walk slows.
it's kind of funny--Riku doesn't generally see that kind of color on hair unless it's his own or someone foreboding. that said, how can he turn away from someone that might need some help?
... thing is, Riku's not sure how to help. is it the heat, or hunger? he's seen other Transports who're wilted from hunger and he's given them the money he earned, sometimes buying it himself, so they don't have to just sit alone and be questioned by others or given weird glances.
and if it's the heat, well... Riku has his own cure for that. he approaches and sits down near him, cautious, one hand on the strap holding his saxophone on his shoulder. ]
Hey. You look like you could do better. What's got you down, the heat or no food?
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it's kind of funny--Riku doesn't generally see that kind of color on hair unless it's his own or someone foreboding. that said, how can he turn away from someone that might need some help?
... thing is, Riku's not sure how to help. is it the heat, or hunger? he's seen other Transports who're wilted from hunger and he's given them the money he earned, sometimes buying it himself, so they don't have to just sit alone and be questioned by others or given weird glances.
and if it's the heat, well... Riku has his own cure for that. he approaches and sits down near him, cautious, one hand on the strap holding his saxophone on his shoulder. ]
Hey. You look like you could do better. What's got you down, the heat or no food?