[ he doesn't know who dawn is, but he knows riku recognizes him, knows he feels that same pull in his heart and the scent that's so similar to his own. it's different now from what he remembers it being; a little more smokey, a little thicker. it hadn't been very long for him between the moment he'd left the replica behind to now, but as he studies riku closer, the changes point to a greater length of time that had passed after he died. riku's hair was shorter before, the ends just barely brushing his jawline. now it spreads out beneath him, standing out against the grass despite the dim sunlight.
it makes him pause, brows knitting in unease. how long has it been for riku since they last saw each other? what happened to him? ]
... Yeah. [ he takes riku's hand, holds it firmly in his own. ] Think you can sit up?
wheezes sorry this is late!
it makes him pause, brows knitting in unease. how long has it been for riku since they last saw each other? what happened to him? ]
... Yeah. [ he takes riku's hand, holds it firmly in his own. ] Think you can sit up?