[ It takes a good couple of seconds - maybe ten, he loses count after the first two - to actually realize what he's doing, and when Sora grabs at his shirt, he immediately pushes back. The flush creeps up his neck and into his cheeks, vivid beneath the fall of his hair. Riku tries to breathe, finds the pressure in his chest is just a bit too much to handle, and he rolls away. ]
Sorry. I didn't mean-- [ Well. Maybe he had meant it, but now it's just complicated and awkward and... He's severely over-thinking this. He sort of deflates and turns, pressing his face into the sand with a quiet ugh. ] I don't know why I did that.
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Sorry. I didn't mean-- [ Well. Maybe he had meant it, but now it's just complicated and awkward and... He's severely over-thinking this. He sort of deflates and turns, pressing his face into the sand with a quiet ugh. ] I don't know why I did that.
[ Yes he does. ]