[ There's a cliche about how certain people light up a space the moment they occupy it— it's such a trite, meaningless saying that ultimately ends up being more subjective than not, but Momo is utterly convinced that Riku Nanase, brilliant rainbow child that he is, gives credence to that age-old adage.
Seeing that smile helps; feeling that exuberance helps. Momo, ever the champion of happiness, soaks up that greeting like a sponge. ]
—Riku! Riku, is that you?!
[ He rubs at his eyes with mock exaggeration, like a blind man who's finally learned how to see. The wide split of his grin doesn't let up, not once. ]
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Seeing that smile helps; feeling that exuberance helps. Momo, ever the champion of happiness, soaks up that greeting like a sponge. ]
—Riku! Riku, is that you?!
[ He rubs at his eyes with mock exaggeration, like a blind man who's finally learned how to see. The wide split of his grin doesn't let up, not once. ]
Ahh, or maybe it's an angel?!