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[ underneath a giant, walking pile of clothes, there might just be riku. it's not that easy to tell. ]

[ and he might just be bumping into a wall here or there; sight is all but impossible at this point. ]

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[ peeks around Sora while wiggling his hips to stay comfortable. it's a tricky science, trying to find an appropriate balance of weight. ]

Guess so, purple's not my color.

[ no comment on the daisies. ]

I'll wear it!

[lays across him, tucking his chin at Riku's clavicle. even if Riku's shirts are too tight on him, with a body as small as Sora's, they'd probably be a size or two too big.]

[nods a bit, folding it up before he slides off the bed and scoops up an armful of clothes to put away. might as well do it now, or it might never get done.]

[ puts an arm over sora, shaking his head. that's what you get for being late to the party. ]

[picks at the fuzz on the neck of Riku's shirt, trailing a single finger up to draw light patterns across his skin.]

You smell like the melon lotion I use after showers.

[if there's any rhyme or reason to the way Riku puts his clothes away, Roxas sure isn't following it. it takes him a couple more trips from the dresser to the bed, and a couple more armfuls, but he manages to get everything put away, and when he's done, he turns and leans against the dresser, hands sliding into his pockets. he could leave, let them have some time to themselves, and he considers it... but he's not moving just yet.]

[ well, there's always room in the bed for one more blond, but riku merely shrugs a shoulder at him, not ready to abandon the current conversation yet. ]

Might have stole it.

[ once, twice. ]

[Sora is engrossed with harvesting fuzz knots, so it's up to Roxas whether he wants to leave or stay.]

If you use the last of it you have to find me a new bottle.

[he'll just make useless commentary for now.]

You could check. It's right there on the bed stand.

[tips his head, smirking faintly.]

See, problem solved.

I ... [huffs, then gains his 'Riku mocking voice'.]

Whatever, guys.

You're way too good at that.

[maybe not the voice, but the context and expression isn't bad. he smiles, leaning away from the dresser to make his way over and climb back up to his previous spot on the bed before he'd left to play housekeeper.]

He's horrible.

[ the only reason he doesn't push him off is because he likes sora right where he is. figures. ]

I'm excellent!

[claps his hands on Riku's cheeks, mashing them together.]

I think he's more attractive like that.

Mmf -

[ it's no good; talking won't save him now. ]

[plants a big sloppy kiss right on Riku's lips.]

He's sexy, and you're cute.

[he's still really close to Riku's face, but his eyes are on Roxas.]

[his brows go up a little and he tips his head. Cute? Cute is for kittens and little kids and and awkward si-... I should have expected that.]

[ just ... keeps his mouth shut, twisting his lips at the corners. ew, slobber right where it shouldn't be. ]

[points to Roxas' headtilt.]

Cute.

[wrinkles his nose and makes a face, though it's purely playful.]

[ rolls his eyes. ]

No, it's Roxas.

I didn't say you could talk, Sexy.

[he amuses himself too much, because he's already got a bad case of the giggles.]

[slides a leg out to thump his foot against the top of Riku's head.]

Jerk.

[ grunts, not ready to go down so easily. ]

I'll do what I want.