Night In || AU || Darknesstorn
Riku stared at himself in the mirror (again) with his arms held out at his sides. There was nothing obscuring the view of his arms in the comfortable vest made of cotton he sported for a top and his bottoms hung low on his hips. No shoes, no socks, and nothing to hide the slight hint of a happy trail below the jacket. The twenty year old had considered going topless, as he was dealing with a very dense brunette target, but that might have killed the night.Â
Sora was prone to running when he got nervous.Â
Riku bypassed the stairs from his bedroom by simply leaping over the banister and landing like a cat on the floor. He stood straight, whipped hair out of his face, and patiently (well, not so patiently as his foot began to tap) waited for Sora.
Who was due any minute.
Annny minute now.












