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million_points_of_light2014-01-04 07:01 pm
limitstorm) wrote in million_points_of_light2014-01-04 07:01 pm
reality won't hurt for longer than it should
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.
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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... Actually no, Lea was pretty sure Riku somehow had even less of a clue what he was doing.
He tensed a little when Riku's head bonked against his shoulder--it was still funny to him the way his brain perceived proximity. Somehow a kiss didn't really register the same way: a kiss left the other party occupied as well, but a hug, or this sort of leaning posture, it still caught him by surprise. When there were hands tangled in the front of his shirt there were none free to hold the knife that could stab him in the back, after all. He knew better--he knew Riku would never do that. The time he hadn't trusted him seemed like a lifetime ago (and in a way, it was), but old habits died pretty hard.
Lea took a slow breath, held it a moment, then exhaled and let his head list against Riku's. He didn't know if he would ever really get it, but for now he could be satisfied that they were both just... muddling along. It was nice, to at least know that they were both kind of stupid in this area; it made it a little simpler, a little less awkward, a little easier to forgive the mistakes.
"Nine," he said quietly, half into Riku's hair: "besides Sora and Kairi, I'm pretty sure I'm the only person I've ever seen you deliberately touch, and even then you still hesitate, like you're not sure you're allowed, even when you have permission."