A little later made no difference to Riku. As always, he was asleep when she slid it under his door, and remained so to about noon. When he finally opened his eyes, he looked over to the door. It was a force of habit by this point, and a habit he easily picked back up when he returned. He did his usual: grab the reply, take a look, go get breakfast and bring it back into his room to eat while he worked on a reply. The post-it note response was a relief.

He wasn't quite sure if Namine understood. This time Riku drew himself inside the thought bubble with a brightly-colored bat, one that had been depicted before. With them stood a threatening, black-coated individual with the symbol of one of the viscous-looking creatures on its back, in contrast to Riku. Its coat was tinged with purple. Outside the thought bubble, however, was a black-coated youth, his eyes yellow and his hair white. He was carrying the sleeping Sora off somewhere.

Riku delivered his in the late afternoon. It'd been hard to draw, and the trash around his desk was proof of it.