riku normally prefers the outdoors to meditate, but this is just kind of. sad. sigh. underneath a plastic tree, he plants himself, crosses his legs, and closes his eyes. no ifs ands or buts about it--he needs to clear his mind after having to deal with three strangers day in and day out for a few days. he's an introvert, he thinks. on top of that, even if his darkness and light aren't potent here--they're practically not present--they still need to be kept in perfect balance.
and they're not in perfect balance, they're kind of in disarray. you'll find riku silently meditating, no 'ooohms' or talking at all, with his head down. he almost looks like he's sleeping. ]
b. (courtyard)
[ yeah, that treadmill? was pretty shitty.
in essence, riku's just stretching and doing a few laps. treadmills are for the weak, he's much more at home with actual moving scenery. he's not above racing someone, either, so do be careful. ]
c. (shopping area)
[ riku's used to cooking for himself and one other--if you thought disney villains were graciously cooking his meals, think again. but as he looks at the foodstuffs available, he's a little dubious. ]
Is this a radish...? It can't be cassava... it's not a beet, either...
[ what the fuck is it??? ]
And there's no way that's beef or pork. Chicken, maybe? Uh...
Maybe sticking to jello is the safest way, at least no one gets poisoned...
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