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Who: riku & anyone
When: after v-day, probably today
Where: up on the island
What: stuff. anyone up for some sparring with a frustrated teenager?
Style: any
Status: OPEN

[ Somehow, he'd managed to avoid the last week and a half without much of an incident. No curses, no absurd holiday excursions or exchanged gifts. No candy, no anyone. It'd been exceedingly difficult to avoid Sora considering they were living together, but he'd been polite about it. Right? He'd leave before seeing him in the morning, come back when he'd been sure not to run into him.

His behavior, he admits, is rather peculiar, but he's doing it for a reason. Because he doesn't want it to be awkward anymore. He needs his best friend back; not his best friend with ideas. The last couple of days would have only cemented them, though he's sure it'll come to a point some time soon. He disliked confrontation with Sora, but he knew he couldn't escape it forever.

The island helps though. Home away from home.

Riku's taken advantage of the fairly warm weather--still not warm enough for what he's used to, but it's better than snow. Having found a niche somewhere between a couple trees, it's almost like his old sparring place. Not quite, since the sand is rough and it's not completely void of some vegetation. But it works. Usually. Between leaning back and watching the water or running through some random warm-ups, it's okay.

This time, he's building up a sweat. Having discarded his jacket, the stick he'd found is a strange substitute for the keyblade he could manifest, but he doesn't want to destroy the thing. So, he quietly advances around his invisible opponent, footwork a bit stiff. He could have asked anyone - Sora, maybe, even Roxas - but he's used to doing this alone, likes the company of nothing when he's feeling worked up. He strikes the tree once and stops, glaring at it.

Riku sighs. It didn't seem to be helping today. ]

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[ His grip on the faux weapon in hand tightens a bit, lost in some particular thought, and it takes more time than it should to notice Roxas. When he does, that loose expression thins into something a little harder. Despite having gotten better with the other boy being around, it's not entirely good.

Riku still has some things to work through, a lot of things, and he turns his head, wiping at the slight sweat tickling his cheek. ]

What are you doing here? [ It's not harsh or demanding. Simply quiet and inquisitive. ]

[Roxas shrugs and answers simply, his tone not particularly friendly but not antagonistic either.]

I felt like being up here.

Is the tree putting up a good fight?

[ He gives him a look, staring down at the stick before tossing it to the ground at his feet. Honestly, it isn't helping, and Roxas isn't exactly the person he wants to see right now either. ]

No. [ A pause, pushing some of his bangs out of his eyes. ] Are you offering to be its replacement?

Well... I'm not gonna stand there and let you hit me, but I could be up for a match.

[Their last fight was fueled by anger, but he isn't feeling that right now. It's calmer now, more calculated. Something's gotten under Riku's skin, and he's curious what it is; maybe it has to do with one of their mutual friends, or maybe it's something Roxas can use against him.

Plus beating him would be a nice bonus to an already good week.]

[ He immediately clenches his fist, close to summoning his keyboard and not bothering to give Roxas a fair start, but... The things between them are already rocky enough, and he doesn't actually feel like doing this whatever right now. He isn't going to let that anger control him anymore; he's better than that.

So, there's a scoff, fingers loosening and dropping so that his arms are at his sides. ]

Maybe later. There's something I wanted to ask you about. [ He looks at him. ] I figured you might know since-- Have you talked to Sora?

[...Roxas tries not to show his disappointment at that. He moves instead to lean against one of the trees.]

About what? We talk a lot.

[Well, maybe not so much lately. Sora hasn't been around as much the past few weeks.]

[ Now that he feels there's no need to be so completely tense, Riku relaxes a bit. He doesn't join Roxas against one of the trees though, crossing his arms and giving him a pointed look. ]

Has he been acting weird to you? [ How to specify exactly? It's not as if they're close, but-- ] I think he's avoiding me.

[Roxas shakes his head, that conversation he had with Sora a while back not really coming to mind. Maybe he hasn't seen Sora a lot lately, but he's seemed normal enough when he has.]

You guys have a fight or something? He hasn't said anything to me.

I don't know. [ Because he doesn't, not really. They hadn't argued, but it'd been a strange conversation. One he refuses to repeat in excess detail to Roxas of all people. ] I'm pretty sure it's not like that.

He somehow got this idea in his head we could be more than best friends. [ Riku absently kicks at a rock buried in the sand. ] Sound familiar?

...oh.

[Woops. Roxas folds his arms awkwardly and glances away. He'd been fine with the idea of it talking to Sora, but talking to Riku about anything remotely like to romance is just... uncomfortable.]

I guess- you told him you didn't think so?

I didn't tell him anything. I always thought... [ Another kick at the same rock, and he lifts his gaze to watch Roxas. ] To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure what to say.

...then what did you say?

[It must've been the wrong thing, for Sora to be avoiding him.]

Nothing. [ He shrugs. ] I asked him about Kairi, and it didn't really go beyond that.

So you didn't tell him you weren't weirded out, or even whether or not there was a chance.

Are you stupid?

I don't need to tell him. Sora knows I would never-- [ A pause, biting at his lip. ] He's my best friend. It surprised me that he'd consider something like...that.

He's never thought about this before either. It's confusing, and just because you're best friends doesn't mean you have some kind of magic brain link. If he already knew what you thought, he wouldn't've had to bring it up in the first place.

[Apparently Roxas is an expert on this. Let him lecture you.]

[ He visibly bristle at those words. It's not like he doesn't know something like that; it's Sora, after all. Maybe this had been a mistake, but there is no one else he trusts - even marginally - to ask. ]

What would you even know about it?

Plenty.

[The retort is automatic, but, well... It's not exactly common knowledge he and Axel are dating.]

I mean- I know Sora, and I know you.

You think you know me. There's a difference.

[ He frowns, looking down at the displaced sand. A breath. ] What should I do?

[Roxas just stares at him for a moment. Riku is asking him? Could he be sick or something?]

Just... tell him whatever you're thinking. You're his best friend. He's not gonna want that to change whether or not you're interested in- kissing and stuff.

[Ugh. Can they fight now? This is all kinds of awkward.]

[ Kissing. Yeah, no. He hadn't even thought about that. So, he's avoidant of the suggestion by moving back to his discarded stick and looking down at it. ]

I guess we'll figure it out when we get to that part. [ Or if. If is a very good option at this point. ] So, you still up for a fight?

[You and Sora, man. Not even considering the physical aspects of a "more than friends" relationship.

Roxas brightens as the topic moves back to something more comfortable.]

Of course.

[ It's not as if he's comfortable with it either, but Riku doesn't have any friends here except the one he's currently confused about. Roxas is the closest he can consider. Still, it's weird, and his keyblade is in hand before he can even think about anything else. He's not going to fight Roxas with a stick; that'd just be stupid. ]

Come on.

[Fighting with toys is for friends, and they're still a ways from that. Roxas smirks and summons Oblivion. Again, he doesn't wait but attacks first, slashing low, trying to make it harder for Riku to counter with his high stance.]

[He grimaces, reacting quickly to counter but stumbling back as he does. It's sloppy, less focused than he should be. Still, he pushes forward and swings hard, hand stinging a little at the vibration the keyblades cause when they collide. ]

First real hit wins.

[ Since he has to make it a point that this isn't about anything other than that. ]

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