[ the park is fairly relaxing. a scarf tied about his neck, Riku goes about life "as usual". as usually as he can inside a prison that's practically a city. this includes regular walks through the park, given that used to be where he slept before he was told about the shelter. he pauses as he notices the lines on the ground, eyes wandering around before his gaze settles on Lind.
... his eyes shift to the ground, and he wants to keep on walking forwards, but he finds himself unable to. there's something about that sort of thoughtful expression that makes him sigh and shift over to him, hands in his hooded jacket. ]