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Key to Imagination [Active, Closed]
Character(s): Woody, Sora and Riku
Content: Working out how Woody will look in Halloween Town! A.K.A. bad drawings. XD
Setting: Sora's place
Time: Early Afternoon
Warnings: Cuteness and lawls!
After hearing the click, Riku dismissed his Keyblade and gave the door a quick knock before letting himself in. Sora and Riku had gotten into the habit of coming and going from each other's homes as they pleased, treating the kitchens and living rooms as mutual common rooms. With a thud Riku dropped his bag on the floor and kicked his shoes off in the corner.
"Hey! Anybody home?"
He pulled a couple bundles of paper in place of real pads of paper, and a couple pencils chatter together as they roll onto the floor.
Content: Working out how Woody will look in Halloween Town! A.K.A. bad drawings. XD
Setting: Sora's place
Time: Early Afternoon
Warnings: Cuteness and lawls!
After hearing the click, Riku dismissed his Keyblade and gave the door a quick knock before letting himself in. Sora and Riku had gotten into the habit of coming and going from each other's homes as they pleased, treating the kitchens and living rooms as mutual common rooms. With a thud Riku dropped his bag on the floor and kicked his shoes off in the corner.
"Hey! Anybody home?"
He pulled a couple bundles of paper in place of real pads of paper, and a couple pencils chatter together as they roll onto the floor.
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After a moment's pause, Riku grabbed a sheet of paper and a book from Sora's shelf to use like a lap desk. Replying only when he grabbed a pencil, "I dunno. Worms crawling out of him or something? Though I guess a toy as a zombie might have stuffing coming out and lots of stitches. You know, broken but still functional?" He shot an occasional glance to Woody and pressed his lips together as he began to draw his own idea. At one point he checked the lead, unhappy that it wasn't coming out very dark.