[Stefan hasn't felt cold in over a century, and yet, as he stares up towards the white light, he feels something gnawing at him. If this is a dream, it isn't his. He remembers faintly, the ability to waltz through other dreams and manipulate theirs. Is he doing that again?
He hopes not. This feels way too intrusive and-- and that's Riku. Stefan rushes towards him. Other objects be damned, the kid is way more important.]
Riku!
[He kneels down, trying to discern for any possible injury. So far, nothing. The kid's somehow managed to fall asleep standing up? Still, Stefan reaches out for his hand, as if that'll do something - anything - to wake him up.] Hey, Riku? You alright?
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He hopes not. This feels way too intrusive and-- and that's Riku. Stefan rushes towards him. Other objects be damned, the kid is way more important.]
Riku!
[He kneels down, trying to discern for any possible injury. So far, nothing. The kid's somehow managed to fall asleep standing up? Still, Stefan reaches out for his hand, as if that'll do something - anything - to wake him up.] Hey, Riku? You alright?