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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[promises_to_keep]

"I've always noticed little things," he said, following Riku into the living room and vaulting over the back of the couch to sit down. "I guess maybe I've always had an eye for recon or something; even when I was a kid I tended to notice things other people didn't. I could tell when ma was worried about something 'cuz she would compulsively tuck her hair behind her ears. I knew when Isa was stressed about something at school 'cuz he used to press his lips together 'til they turned white."

He waited for Riku to plunk down onto the floor and then leaned forward, dropping his chin on top of Riku's head as he pressed the pads of his fingertips into the knotted muscle in his shoulder.

"You're kind of orally fixated," he said then, grinning a bit and figuring Riku would probably blush at the unintentional insinuation. "You like to put your glasses arm in your mouth, and you touch your lips a lot when you're thinking."