[roxas's skateboard goes flying off, stabbing into the middle of some large hedges nearby. as the car speeds off into the red light--somehow escaping any accidents in lieu of a spree of car horns--roxas's lacross stick snaps under the cars wheel and tumbles onto the pavement. there are some onlookers, hands pressed to their mouths, worried but not enough to approach the two. the boy seems safe. they linger, just to be sure, before slowly going back to their business, stealing glances back at them.]
Ow... [roxas is sitting up from the pavement, hissing through his teeth and touching his back, where he had scraped himself a bit on the pavement. still, despite the ache, his eyes blink open when he hears that voice.
he sits up straight, still blinking hard, brows knotted. he doesn't seem hostile, just incredibly surprised.]
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Ow... [roxas is sitting up from the pavement, hissing through his teeth and touching his back, where he had scraped himself a bit on the pavement. still, despite the ache, his eyes blink open when he hears that voice.
he sits up straight, still blinking hard, brows knotted. he doesn't seem hostile, just incredibly surprised.]
Riku? How- When did you get here?