Strike up the band [active] Who: Riku, AntiSora (Cake), X (Sora) What: Meeting. When: Evening. Where: Lobby. Warnings: X? And who knows what.
He hadn't been this confused since Yami. He hadn't been this confused since he'd been a tiny heartless, found out for the first time - for real - that the Kingdom was gone---
There was escape from the turmoil, flickers of black that disappeared when you tried to look at them; the scrawny cub at his side, nearly tripping him up, was the only thing keeping him from taking that exit, trailing behind Sora because that Sora didn't know a Riku, a Riku Cake best knew from that 'child curse,' which meant sunshine and swordfights.
Little bit different from the now.
It hurt, a bit; his heart wasn't "his" heart, it was a borrowed thing from wherever Me-- Yuuko'd gotten it, something inserted for the cost of... something. The walls weren't closing in, but the light that bounced off of them wasn't want: left 'AntiSora' nearly stepping on X's heels, frowning for once without dramatics. Because this was. Riku. Sand to tile. Castle Oblivion? Good or bad? Good- had to be good, he remembered from his earliest 'memories.' Riku helped out the Kingdom. Opened paths and got hearts and things. But he was a traitor? Nnno, wait--
"... Nnn, m'head hurts." A quiet complaint, but one anyway. After that curse, that one that had him be 'Riku,' he'd thought he'd be over-excited to see the guy in reality, instead of an illusion. But curses made sense; the Real Riku didn't. There was a pout on his face, now, directed at the lion; who'd abandoned attempting to get between X and his short-distanced follower Anti, prancing ahead to lead the way into the blindingly white (stupid) hallway. Twenty minutes, huh.