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[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ never mind what everyone else is doing; riku's draped backwards over a couch, which normally is nothing new.

the fake glasses with eyes painted on them, however, might indicate an experiment in progress. ]

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[rikufu.livejournal.com]

I doubt it.

[ his neck would like to confess otherwise, though. ]

[unforgivenskies.livejournal.com]

C'mon, Riku. There's no girls around, so you don't have to be all macho-guy.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Who's macho?

[unforgivenskies.livejournal.com]

[just grins mischievously. he recognizes that grumpyface, and is immune to it]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ it's so hard to tell him off ... ]

Yeah, whatever. You're all the same.

[unforgivenskies.livejournal.com]

What's that supposed to mean?

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ shrugs. ]

Nothing much.

[unforgivenskies.livejournal.com]

[twists the toy around in his fingers, suddenly finding it fascinating]

I guess you're not the Riku from my world either, are you?

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Not unless you're a big sap with a bigger crush who's too short to play ball.

[ and he doubts that, so ... probably not. ]

[unforgivenskies.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'm still growing!

[pointedly ignores the rest of that comment.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Well, aim high, and all that.

[unforgivenskies.livejournal.com]

[blinks and straightens abruptly, his arm stretching out in what can only be described as an attempt to aim the end of the cat toy toward the ceiling]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ ... blank look is blank. ]

H-hey, not literally.

[unforgivenskies.livejournal.com]

[drops back down off his toes, looking anywhere but at Riku's face. that was beyond embarrassing.]

Uh, right.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ pops his neck in the silence. yeah, a little weird, but riku'll let it slide. ]

[unforgivenskies.livejournal.com]

[makes a face at the sound of that]

There's other ways to help your neck, you know.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Huh?

[unforgivenskies.livejournal.com]

Sit up?

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

How's sitting gonna help ...

[ does it anyhow. oh, riku. ]

[unforgivenskies.livejournal.com]

Like this, silly.

[hello, hands at your neck. he's not too bad at this shoulder massage thing]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ oh, that's new and interesting. ]

... hn.

[ no complaints here. ]

[unforgivenskies.livejournal.com]

[he really is more of a pushover for Soras, isn't he. Sora's taking that as permission to keep it up, thumbs working into the muscle around the base of Riku's neck under all that hair.]

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

[ or he's a sucker for attention, either way. ]

Don't tell me you do this to everyone you meet.

[unforgivenskies.livejournal.com]

[blinks, whatever he would have said overridden]

Alright, I won't tell you.

[rikufu.livejournal.com]

Don't be a smartass.

[ oh, if only he knew. ]