Riku tried not to react to the quiet confession--it wasn't like no one had, but...
He thinks back, back to when he was at home, before any of this happened. His parents were doting, but he can't actually remember much if any compliments. There was wicked retribution for anyone who said he was less than perfect, but the attention was always less on him and more the world around him, and as much as it'd made Riku confused, it made him more weary. His friends--always kept him grounded, always made him feel like he did a difference... but it'd be tough to say if he'd been complimented to his face.
He didn't want to count compliments, but maybe what Lea said had some truth to it. Maybe he didn't hear it that often. Riku tended to think the worst of himself anyhow.
"Thanks," he murmured, obedient. He didn't want to say that he thought of himself as weird-looking--Kairi was strange on the islands, but at the very least, she had a reason to look out of place. Riku freckled and had bright silver hair and near-luminescent eyes and was too pale to really call islander, too quick to pick up muscle when he shouldn't have shed his baby fat until later years.
Well. He supposed that was another reason he'd never felt like he belonged.
"You two scold me the same. ... almost the same. She yanks my arm," he rubbed his wrist, remembering her tug when he insisted on not being called by his title when he'd brought her to Yen Sid's. "Grandma? What're you talking about?"
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He thinks back, back to when he was at home, before any of this happened. His parents were doting, but he can't actually remember much if any compliments. There was wicked retribution for anyone who said he was less than perfect, but the attention was always less on him and more the world around him, and as much as it'd made Riku confused, it made him more weary. His friends--always kept him grounded, always made him feel like he did a difference... but it'd be tough to say if he'd been complimented to his face.
He didn't want to count compliments, but maybe what Lea said had some truth to it. Maybe he didn't hear it that often. Riku tended to think the worst of himself anyhow.
"Thanks," he murmured, obedient. He didn't want to say that he thought of himself as weird-looking--Kairi was strange on the islands, but at the very least, she had a reason to look out of place. Riku freckled and had bright silver hair and near-luminescent eyes and was too pale to really call islander, too quick to pick up muscle when he shouldn't have shed his baby fat until later years.
Well. He supposed that was another reason he'd never felt like he belonged.
"You two scold me the same. ... almost the same. She yanks my arm," he rubbed his wrist, remembering her tug when he insisted on not being called by his title when he'd brought her to Yen Sid's. "Grandma? What're you talking about?"