Yeah, yeah my name is Riley Freeman, son!

This picture though, mad cute! Venture bros has been a big reason for my inactivity oops.

“Oh hey Scamp!” Riley said, happy to see a familiar face. “I be alright.” He said not getting into much detail. A grin grew in excitement at the idea of showing what he had bought with the money.

Riley dropped his game controller from the sudden screech as he rubbed his ears, oblivious to where the sound was coming from.

“Granddad did you forget to pay the electric bill again!”

“Ay! Been doin’ pretty good, doin’ me - knoowhumsayin!”

“Pause!”

A flash of hurt was evident on Riley’s face before he quickly changed the topic.

Riley pondered the logic for a moment rubbing his chin. “You think so?” He asked considering it.

“Oh! I could be so gangsta, that even though I’m cute, I would still be gangsta!”

Riley went limp as he was caught off guard from the sudden contact on his face before reacting by flailing his arms.

Crossing his arms the young keyblade wielder looked up to the sky in search of an answer. normally he appreciates it when someone volunteers to tag along, and it  would make finding this place he was talking about easier…but wasn’t sure if that morally justified bringing a kid along to deal with Xehanort and his goons, heck, wished he wasn’t having to deal with them himself.

❝ Hmmm. I don’t know, it’s gonna be pretty dangerous… ❞

“Dangerous?”

The first thing on his mind was why a kid at such a young age was doing at a horrible place like this, he stopped questioning it due to thinking that going here was this kid’s hobby. And he answered quietly “I used to be… but that changed a long time ago, kid.” Thinking about what he done was painful but there was nothing he could do about it in his eyes, It was all done with and he can’t go back

Man, why wasn’t he born earlier! He misses everything, like being a member of the N.W.A. or vibing with Tupac!

Why was he cursed with cuteness! He is supposed to be keeping it real and mean muggin.

“But… I, uhh… -a what! No, no!