[ That's the really weird thing? He grew up with the prettiest girl he'd ever known, she's played with him and Sora when they were all kids, he's seen her run up to them with dirt on her knees and bits of tropical leaves caught in her hair; disheveled or otherwise, that didn't really take away from the fact that Kairi was always radiant.

The short version: the soot and grease no makeup look works. This is embarrassing. He's embarrassing. ]

Yeah. Hi.

[ He catches himself nearly repeating I'm Riku and it's all he can do not to grimace. Sliding his bag off his shoulder and pulling off his scarf, his gloves, stuffing these inside next to the other stuff within it, Riku reminds himself that he's here to do something. If she cares to look, the bag is full of things like rolls of gauze, cotton padding, and flat sticks. ]

...You're pretty calm, considering your injuries.

[ Through his now overgrown pale fringe, Riku cuts a glance towards her coffee. So that arm isn't the one that's hurt. His bag occupies the other chair. As he starts to shrug out of his jacket, he adds: ]

I'm gonna check your arm. See if it's a break or something wrong with your wrist. Tell me if it hurts.

Did this just happen?