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[ his first thought is of roxas, bright-eyed and laughing, pushing his shoulder in protest to some joke. but there's no laughter.
his second thought is of saïx, grip powerful and unyielding, passing down orders with a hand on his shoulder. but there's no twisting in his gut.
movement. heat, pulling away. he's half-leaning after it when he hears:
"Sorry."
awareness crashes down with a flash of silver hair. riku. a bus. some "hero" mission. seats that clearly weren't designed for two adult humans (or ... near enough). and ... riku leaning on him?
wait. that doesn't add up.
he buys time by rolling his shoulders — noting that one feels rather stiff, in addition to warm — and chancing a glance at the keyblade wielder.
ah. not leaning. sleeping. ]
Hey, if you need your beauty sleep, who am I to interrupt?
[ cocky to a fault, and completely disregarding the fact that — up until riku moved — he was out cold. ]
[ axel's (lea, he reminds himself) implying a bunch of different things in just that one comment and riku isn't sure how to respond at first. there's that initial tingle of embarrassment at having been caught sleeping on him, but riku's been getting better at pushing that down, telling himself that he was never perfect to begin with. everyone makes mistakes.
he tugs his jacket more securely around him, digs his hands in his pockets as he leans his head back against the window of the train. he slides his gaze over to lea, stifles a yawn before speaking, ]
Are you saying I'm not beautiful enough already?
[ it's a joke, because two can play that game and it's not fair if lea gets to be the only one making comments like that. also because if they're going on this "hero" mission together, he might as well try to lighten things up somehow before they reach their destination. ]
Edited (omg wording sorry for the edits) 2015-09-15 17:43 (UTC)
[ even with riku leaning away, there's still a definite lack of distance between them. now that he's awake, lea wonders how he was able to drift off like this. closeness isn't exactly a thing he's accustomed to. unless it's him invading someone's space ... but that's different.
and naturally, that's the way he chooses to put him back in his element. ]
Hmm....
[ he leeeeans into the tiny bit of space riku has secured for himself, eyes narrowed slightly. lips pursed, he tilts his head, pretending to contemplate it. ]
... You might need a couple more minutes there, Riku. Looks like you're getting a little grey up top.
[ earlier, when he was still knee deep in darkness and espionage, he might have shrank back from the proximity. but he stays where he is, meets lea's narrowed eyes and pursed lips with a flat stare. ]
Am I?
[ there's really not a lot of space between them. is this going to turn into a game of gay chicken? who knows. ]
Maybe I should pick up some hair dye on the way back.
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his second thought is of saïx, grip powerful and unyielding, passing down orders with a hand on his shoulder. but there's no twisting in his gut.
movement. heat, pulling away. he's half-leaning after it when he hears:
"Sorry."
awareness crashes down with a flash of silver hair. riku. a bus. some "hero" mission. seats that clearly weren't designed for two adult humans (or ... near enough). and ... riku leaning on him?
wait. that doesn't add up.
he buys time by rolling his shoulders — noting that one feels rather stiff, in addition to warm — and chancing a glance at the keyblade wielder.
ah. not leaning. sleeping. ]
Hey, if you need your beauty sleep, who am I to interrupt?
[ cocky to a fault, and completely disregarding the fact that — up until riku moved — he was out cold. ]
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he tugs his jacket more securely around him, digs his hands in his pockets as he leans his head back against the window of the train. he slides his gaze over to lea, stifles a yawn before speaking, ]
Are you saying I'm not beautiful enough already?
[ it's a joke, because two can play that game and it's not fair if lea gets to be the only one making comments like that. also because if they're going on this "hero" mission together, he might as well try to lighten things up somehow before they reach their destination. ]
oh please you know i'm the queen of edits
and naturally, that's the way he chooses to put him back in his element. ]
Hmm....
[ he leeeeans into the tiny bit of space riku has secured for himself, eyes narrowed slightly. lips pursed, he tilts his head, pretending to contemplate it. ]
... You might need a couple more minutes there, Riku. Looks like you're getting a little grey up top.
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Am I?
[ there's really not a lot of space between them. is this going to turn into a game of gay chicken? who knows. ]
Maybe I should pick up some hair dye on the way back.