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[Riku's defying all stereotypes by sitting down with a needle and thread, stitching something together.]

Tch.

... [glaaare.]

What are you doing?

Fixing something.

[his shirt, namely.]

[just holds the string in his teeth while he threads, and then pulls it through. he's familiar with this, though barely.]

What?

[pause.]

Mm? Just watching.

Am I interesting to look at?

[already knows that answer, sewing.]

'Course you are.

Sweet-talking's not going to work, Sora.

What, I'm not allowed to tell the truth?

And, you smiled when I tore your shirt. I know you're not that mad.

I'm working, not mad.

[but his hand's slowing.]

You're working, huh?

Working.

Okay. I believe you.

[stiiitch.]

[just a little bit. the tear needs a lot of thread, so he's going to run another string through.]

[breathes a little sigh.]

You know, I can put this on hold.

[runs the needle through.]

[don't look up, don't look up.]

[he's repeating it over and over, sparing a glance every now and then to see how that shirt's turning out.]

[... ... looks up.]

What.

Hey.

Hey yourself.

[curious Kairi is curious.]

What's all that for?

[glances up hopefully-- wait, wrong Kairi.]

[holds up the shirt he's stitching, instead.]

Oh... want help with that?

[don't worry, she's bothering every Riku and Sora in hopes of finding hers, too.]

I've got it, thanks.

[or so he thinks. it's slow going.]

[huff.]

Iiiif you say so.

[she's not about to stick around then, heading in the direction of the kitchen.]

[peering over his shoulder.]

[blinks. well, this covers two-thirds of who Riku wouldn't mind seeing.]

Hey.

Hello.

Sewing, I see. What happened to your shirt?

Sora happened.

[suddenly blushes and jerks back.]

... aha. I see.

It's got nothing to do with you. My guard was down.

--oh. You two were fighting.

I thought you--er, nevermind. You have a nice running stitch.

[ffffff.]

No, that came after.

[kthnx blushing now, facepalm.]

Trust me, I'm not perverted.

[resumes stitching up that tear.]