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Lea’s sprawled on the grass outside the Tower, hair wet from a rogue Waterga spell during training. Droplets emerge every time he shifts. He’d struggle to his feet and go dry off, but the feathery constellations in the sky have captured his attention and he’s too busy idly tracing star patterns with a fingertip.It’s the Spanish cussing that alerts him to Riku’s presence. He’s learned to recognise the cussing, if not the precise meaning. Before he can even so much as scramble together a snarky response, a towel has been flung over his head and Riku’s aggressively drying his hair and muttering about catching a cold.Lea huffs and bats at the towel; occasionally he shrugs out from under it and shakes water at Riku. Eventually though, he’s near-enough dry and apparently no longer in danger of sickness. His hair’s a fuzzy mess; he yanks Riku into a sitting position at his side, lays his head on the other’s lap and demands that the mess be tidied. He’ll just lay and continue star-tracing now, content with the sensation of fingers combing through his hair and the stream of muttered complaints from somewhere above him. He could drift off to sleep just like this.

I’m glad it didn’t just come across as general Kit rambling! Thank you for taking the time to read it. <3

“How are you today?” He said as casually as he could, but it lead to the same flat and dry tone he’d all but default to this whole time. One could almost think he was annoyed from the way he crossed his arms, but truly he was on the defensive. Scars from their fight during Riku’s Mark of Mastery exam were aching as they always had in his presence, a reminder of who had beaten whom. The very reason why Xehanort hadn’t engaged him in the first place, but his elder self seemed to differ in that opinion.

“FEAR ME FOR I AM THE NIGHT.”

It’s one of those nice, quiet moments where no shoes are being thrown, no Spanish is being screamed, and no wooden spoons have miraculously materialised. Lea has not been slapped or otherwise Riku’d in any way in the recent minutes. ‘Riku’ing’ has become a thing. A verb. An umbrella term for shenanigans that the former Nobody is otherwise incapable of explaining.Certainly, he wouldn’t even attempt to explain their peculiar relationship to anyone else. From the outside, they quite possibly appear to despise each other. Except when Lea smiles during their screaming matches. And except when they snuggle. He’s certain nobody’s figured that out yet. Lea doesn’t question any of it, because his life would feel unsettled without it.Today, Riku seems less done with Lea’s shit than usual. They’re watching the others train from afar. There’s laughter lingering in the air from some joke or other. Lea’s warm and affectionate and spontaneous, and he’s leaned over to brush a kiss against Riku’s temple before he’s even decided to do it.It doesn’t even feel like an odd thing to do. Not really. 

Lea is quite possibly the boniest perch in existence. He is not to be held accountable if he accidentally punctures you with his shoulder blades. He is, however, a human space heater and will provide snuggliness, so there’s that. He’s extra-handy in winter. Make your winter Lea reservations now, limited spaces only.