[ Sure enough, it's not difficult to pick out a beanpole like Eliot in a crowd, even one full of spirits that range in sizes from a tennis ball to something that towers over trees. He just has to look for the human-resembling, non-masked people to find him.
Riku can't say he's never met people of Eliot's height before, but it's been a while since he's had to look up that far at someone, at just around six feet himself.
Light, it's still weird to see him and tell himself that, to him, they're strangers. ]
Hey. [ He's still no good with introductions. ] Eliot, right. I'm Riku.
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Riku can't say he's never met people of Eliot's height before, but it's been a while since he's had to look up that far at someone, at just around six feet himself.
Light, it's still weird to see him and tell himself that, to him, they're strangers. ]
Hey. [ He's still no good with introductions. ] Eliot, right. I'm Riku.