reality won't hurt for longer than it should

[limitstorm]

Who: Riku and Lea
When: January 4th
Where: Casa de Bro
What: Some awkward misunderstandings.
Warnings: Cavities.

There was a reason Riku didn't like making anything with onions.

They made his eyes water like nothing else ever could. No matter what type of onion--white, red, pearl, even shallots--would make him start crying and he would always get frustrated, ending up with a few wads of paper towel next to him as he tried to get through the five onions the soup he was making needed. He coughed into his elbow, putting the knife down and blindly reaching for a new paper towel, turning away from his cutting board and pressing the paper to his eyes beneath his glasses. He knew his eyes were probably red and slightly puffy by now.

At least Sora wasn't here. His best friend would probably laugh at him, and he was only two onions down.

With a sigh, he slid the onions into the pot and took a breather, thankful there were no pups around to distract him. He might cut off a finger at this rate.

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"I didn't think you were doing it on purpose," he snapped back, a little stung by the sharpness of Riku's retort. "You don't exactly have the best track record with telling people when something's wrong, you know?"

He set the onion down on the counter, that crinkle between his eyebrows again.

"I know you're not me," he said, "but it's kind of hard to gauge you sometimes. I know you, I know your mannerisms and the way you hunch your shoulders when you're embarrassed and you hold your mug with both hands, especially when you're cold." He shook his head. "But that's all stuff I can see, Riku. You never want to talk about the stuff I can't see, so I'm all I've got to go on."