[ his voice dies, because it clicks in riku's head, and he's left leaning forward, peering up at lea with confused and accusatory eyes that slowly fade away into surprise. his lips part, and he leans back a little where he sits, clearly not having expected that answer. it's no act; it's clearly written on his face that, whatever he'd had in mind for this, acceptance--hell, even lea trying--had never been on the table at all. ]
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[ his voice dies, because it clicks in riku's head, and he's left leaning forward, peering up at lea with confused and accusatory eyes that slowly fade away into surprise. his lips part, and he leans back a little where he sits, clearly not having expected that answer. it's no act; it's clearly written on his face that, whatever he'd had in mind for this, acceptance--hell, even lea trying--had never been on the table at all. ]
B-but... what?