[ To be like this with Sora... it reminds him of simpler days. Days when it was just them. No darkness, no keyblades, no expectations, no doors... just them... and the island which he had grown to dislike so much that he wanted nothing more than to run away from it.
And while those thoughts quietly threaten to push themselves to the forefront of his mind, to remind him, yet again, how he's messed everything up, how he's betrayed this very person squirming and laughing and as red as a tomato under his tickling fingers... Riku doesn't allow them to consume him. How can he when Sora is screaming and flailing like this?
But it's tempting. Oh, is it ever tempting.
Instead, Riku comes to push Sora back against the bed, keeping him there and hovers over him as fingers still continue to tickle their way along soft skin. They do stop, however, strands of silver cascading down over his shoulder as he looks down to the other through his blindfold, catching a bit of breath himself from the laughter that spilled from his own lips at Sora's dramatic reaction... still and quiet... just breathing and looking down to him.
Slowly, he smiles a little. And there's something about the way he leans in a little, the way he brings his other hand up to gently touch at Sora's cheek, something gentle, almost hesitant and unsure, before he finally says what's on his mind... ]
Like I said... noodle arms.
[ Annnnd he squeezes Sora's lips together with his fingers then, laughing. ]
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And while those thoughts quietly threaten to push themselves to the forefront of his mind, to remind him, yet again, how he's messed everything up, how he's betrayed this very person squirming and laughing and as red as a tomato under his tickling fingers... Riku doesn't allow them to consume him. How can he when Sora is screaming and flailing like this?
But it's tempting. Oh, is it ever tempting.
Instead, Riku comes to push Sora back against the bed, keeping him there and hovers over him as fingers still continue to tickle their way along soft skin. They do stop, however, strands of silver cascading down over his shoulder as he looks down to the other through his blindfold, catching a bit of breath himself from the laughter that spilled from his own lips at Sora's dramatic reaction... still and quiet... just breathing and looking down to him.
Slowly, he smiles a little. And there's something about the way he leans in a little, the way he brings his other hand up to gently touch at Sora's cheek, something gentle, almost hesitant and unsure, before he finally says what's on his mind... ]
Like I said... noodle arms.
[ Annnnd he squeezes Sora's lips together with his fingers then, laughing. ]