[ The strap of his backpack flops over the bulging sack as Riku pulls it from his shoulder and drops it to the floor with a woody thump. Most of its canvas carrying capacity is occupied by a circle cut from a log, some rags (from a former t-shirt, now too full of holes to wear) and of course, the knife from the Armory.
Much of Riku's initial silence is due to the lengthy stare he sweeps over what must be more loose mechanical parts he's seen in one place in at least a year. Not even DiZ... or the true Ansem the Wise did this. Half-built projects and ornate computer rigs took up corners of otherwise empty spaces. ]
What's this supposed to be?
[ A better question, as he picks his way over. ]
No- where'd you get this? Do I want to know?
[ Hopefully this doesn't end up as frustrating as it might be for a shorter person to see a taller one easily retrieving objects out of their reach, when Riku stoops to pick up the object with one hand. OK, ma'am, where exactly do you want this? ]
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Much of Riku's initial silence is due to the lengthy stare he sweeps over what must be more loose mechanical parts he's seen in one place in at least a year. Not even DiZ... or the true Ansem the Wise did this. Half-built projects and ornate computer rigs took up corners of otherwise empty spaces. ]
What's this supposed to be?
[ A better question, as he picks his way over. ]
No- where'd you get this? Do I want to know?
[ Hopefully this doesn't end up as frustrating as it might be for a shorter person to see a taller one easily retrieving objects out of their reach, when Riku stoops to pick up the object with one hand. OK, ma'am, where exactly do you want this? ]