[ Wait. That voice, that face. Something jogs in Repliku's memory, a memory far too old to be his. He still can't help the rush or eager excitement that it sends through him, finally seeing after ten years the man he himself didn't even exist to meet.
For a few painful, painful minutes, he considers whether or not to respond. Reach out to him, tell him something.
But those were Riku's memories. Not his.
So without writing anything, he closes his journal and heads for home, getting back to miss Ven leaving the house by only a minute or two. ]
[nothing or idk if ven drags him home this can become action or not or whatevs~]
For a few painful, painful minutes, he considers whether or not to respond. Reach out to him, tell him something.
But those were Riku's memories. Not his.
So without writing anything, he closes his journal and heads for home, getting back to miss Ven leaving the house by only a minute or two. ]