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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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[Sora's talented enough to get distracted by it while walking from washing dishes in the kitchen, eyes on the clothes+Riku mass until he skillfully walks straight into a wall himself.]

Wh- o-ow.. crap. Riku have you ever heard of a basket?

This way's faster.

[ while muffled, it's definitely riku. what on earth is he doing ... ]

[...so Sora follows along.]

Do you want help?

[ stops, like he's hesitating - whether it's to not run into something else or because he's considering the suggestion. ]

[ whump. down go the clothes, and relatively clean ones, at that. can't be laundry, can it? ]

What a day.

Ergh-

[could be finished laundry, but ...]

What's all this for?

Underwear, shirts, pants ...

[ holds his fingers up, counting off each one. ]

Left nothing but my school uniform.

[ plus the outfit Riku's been wearing for days now. looks like things are still disappearing from his room. ]

[suddenly, Roxas. he looks like he just came from the pool, swim trunks wet and white shirt clinging to his still-damp skin.]

Moving out...?

[ don't stare, Riku, it's too obvious - ]

In, everything's gone.

Oooh.

[now Sora gets it, he was pretty sure Riku was crazy and in his own world two seconds ago. at any rate, he picks up his share of clothes with a huff.]

If you want a peep show I'm going this way.

[ roxas might have to wait if he wants to dry off. either way, riku's moving. might as well take the help now while he has it. ]

[well he's not about to just stand around like an idiot with all these clothes.

... and well, he won't deny his love for Riku peep shows, so off he goes after him.]

... don't look eager, we gotta put these away too.

Well I'm not about to take my time, these are heavy!

I said it was faster.

[ especially now that he doesn't have to crash into anything else, lugging his new wardrobe through the open door. it's a wonder riku already got as far as he did. ]

[just grumbles, following in after him and collapsing in a heap of clothes and Sora on the bed.]

Just tell me how you set your dresser up and I'll do it.

I've got it, it's fine ...

[ he'll just. save the sora pile for last, then. ]

Seriously, I can do it! I need something to do with my hands anyway.

[oh, Sora. he picks up a shirt and lays it on the bed, folding it into a neat little square.]

[ chooses not to take the bait of the obvious response, running his hands through his hair and muttering. ]

... fold 'em up, at least.

[flashes him an OK sign, getting right to work. he's rather diligent but that's to be expected when he plays the part of a girl. he was always more than happy to cook and clean, and back home would usually do one or the other since his Riku never liked to.]

[ visualizing sora as the perfect little housewife is never really going to work for him ... ]

[ now's as good of a time as any to finally change outfits. maybe riku wasn't kidding about that peep show, though he's not dawdling, either. ]

[one of the few things Sora multitask with is this exact chore, so now and again he's stealing minute glances, a tiny smile on his face.]

What.

[ too busy yanking on a too-tight shirt, thank you. ]

I'm not allowed to admire?

[his smirk grows devious, hands still folding over a pair of pants.]

You look happy.

[ or did ... now he just feels a little like a piece of meat being eyeballed, but that's not so bad. ]

I am happy.

[he turns back to the clothes, setting what's been folded already to one side.]

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