closed RP | combatant13 | there's something under the bed.
Thunk.
He winced in the darkness, lifting a hand to rub at a newly-tender spot on the crown of his head. The space was smaller than he remembered, dustier, and more cluttered, too. There were more boxes than last time. Wonder where all this stuff came from...?
It was a little more important to actually get out from the tiny space than to wonder about his surroundings, though, and he pulled himself with his arms a little further out of the 'hole'. One hand was in the room proper now, and he could see that it was broad daylight -- maybe noon, or what passed for noon here. The carpet was both coarse and fuzzy, and he spent a moment rubbing his fingers across it before heaving himself fully up out of the portal and poking his head, short horn first, out from under the bed.
It might have been a humorous sight if he wasn't in somebody's bedroom, him pulling himself out all dusty. He twisted back a little, reaching to pull a sock off the black tip of a long, skinny tail. What a mess. Did no one keep this room even slightly in order?
Riku sat up, leaning his back against the bedframe lazily, blinking at his surroundings. Much had changed, but he could see that the basic layout of the room had not differed. That was good, at least. Hopefully the person he'd come to see hadn't changed all that much either.
