[She steps onto his hands and hoists herself up without hesitation. Riku wouldn't drop her, and if he did she would be too busy laughing at him to feel it. She's pretty sure he knows that too, so he won't drop her. And in moments she's nudged aside clips of ammunition and pulled down the item she saw hanging from a peg in the locker.
She holds it gingerly as she jumps down, gripped between thumb and forefinger. For a moment, she can only stare at the design; it's a keychain, and on the end is a black heart with stylized tail, the whole thing rimmed in red.
Mute, she holds it out to Riku. This? This is decidedly not hers.]
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Date: 2010-12-22 03:51 am (UTC)She holds it gingerly as she jumps down, gripped between thumb and forefinger. For a moment, she can only stare at the design; it's a keychain, and on the end is a black heart with stylized tail, the whole thing rimmed in red.
Mute, she holds it out to Riku. This? This is decidedly not hers.]