Having someone walk up to Lightning on the streets of Shibuya with familiarity wasn't unusual - sometimes it was Serah, Fang or Hope, or anyone from that friend group, really - but this is the first time Riku's seen this particular man.
He's not familiar, but he radiates power even Riku can feel from where he stands a few feet away, and though strong, it doesn't feel oppressive - at least, not in his direction.
He must not be hostile, if Lightning is happy to let the two of them stand there idly while she goes to order them drinks and snacks from the café they're standing outside - but that doesn't leave Riku with any more knowledge on what to say or do.
Compared to Snow and the others, though, this man feels---- different, somehow.
"How do you know Lightning?"
He had made sure to be courteous to the young man accompanying Lightning when he had run into them in Shibuya, the rose haired woman having been easy to spot amongst the crowd and from a distance, Light had thought it was Hope with her, as the other silver haired youth often liked to spend time with the older woman. However, as he had drawn closer, the difference in power became more obvious.
Riku, has he learned the youth’s name was from Lightning as she introduced them, seemed to be a sharp young man – giving the air of someone with boundless courage and strength but also a solemnness to the light that he bore within, like he had lost his way – or perhaps lost something.
Of course, that wasn’t Light’s business to know.
He could feel Riku’s scrutinizing gaze now and again as he walked beside them, making their way to a café that Lightning had offered to treat them to, leaving the two of them alone outside to wait for her after she had taken their orders. It seems that’s when Riku finally decided to speak, though the Warrior was not surprised by the interrogation.
Calm blue eyes shift to meet curious sea greens ones.
“Lightning and I work together.” Light answers simply, while he does not mean to entirely dodge the query, he is not certain just how much the other knows about the work they do as Ghost, as keeping their identities from the public is crucial for them to do their work with ease. While he does sense the same sort of fighting spirit within Riku, one can still never be too cautious.
At least until he knows for certain.
“If I may ask a similar question, Riku, how did you come to know her?”
