“Are those…shackles?” Mimi looked up from her work.
“O, you mean these,” she merely stated, showing him the cuffs on her wrists. Riku kept unintentionally staring at them; unlike normal shackles, they did not chain her hands together, nor bound her to anything visible (from what Riku could tell) and their mere existence seem to boggle him. She smiled sadly.
“Don’t worry, it’s a story that I do not wish to trouble you with, o darn it! Where is that blasted key!?” she added under her breath, annoyance dripping from her words. Riku laughed;
“Here, let me help you,” he offered, taking a key from the ring and “click!” the majestic door creaked open. Riku gave a sheepish grin, happy the previous topic was forgotten, and could not help but burst into a hysterical laughter as Mimi threw a dirty look towards him; and then she too, could not help but laugh. Riku withdrew the key and placed back into her small, delicate hands. Mimi immaturely stuck out her tongue, and as she turned to walk inside the room, Riku returned the favor.
The room overall was very dark, and was lavishly furnished, the decor appearing that of the Victorian gothic era, filled with dark colors (mostly black), and extravagant woodwork. Light radiated from only three points in the room, small candles all in which looked like the glow of a firefly; soft and gentle. And it didn’t help that the large windows were covered up by thick black drapes that sucked all the sunlight from the outside. The room, like the rest of the house, had a gloomy charm that lingered.
“You like?” Mimi asked happily, releasing his hand, and jumping next to the large mahogany bed. Suddenly her hands flew to her mouth as she gave out a small gasp.
“I feel absolutely terrible! All this time and I haven’t even properly introduced myself!” she giggled, twirling around, her satin dress flowing to her every move. Riku raised an eyebrow, and suppressed another laugh.
“No you haven’t…and I guess, neither have I?” he responded playfully, plopping down in a comfortable black leather chair.
“Well, (as I’m sure you found out) my name is Mimi, just Mimi.” she said, flopping down onto the large mahogany canopy bed and faced directly at Riku.
“Well, as I’m sure you know, I’m Riku, from Destiny Islands. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mimi,” he replied, truthful to his words. Mimi’s blue eyes got big.
“I knew it! You are from another world!” she exclaimed, but then quickly recovered, flushing as she hit herself playfully on the head, “I guess that was a “no duh” question right?” Riku nodded, desperate to let out his confined laughter. “O shut up,” she retorted. Unable to control himself, Riku let out, and as he laughed, he couldn’t quite remember the last time he’d laughed this hard, it felt good.
But before he could bring anything else up, he heard a familiar shrieking voice bellowing through the halls. A clear sign that talking time was over…for now at least.
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