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

Tch.

[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.