Apparently Xion gets sassier than ever in this AU - then again, growing up with Riku and Lea would probably do that…
“What do you think, purple or blue?”
“Are you seriously asking me what color to paint your toenails?”
Riku rolls his eyes up at the ceiling, furiously tapping a button on the controller without looking—much to Xion’s annoyance, however, his button-mashing technique still works. “I thought that after ten years you would have figured out that I don’t really care.”
“And I thought that after eighteen years, you would have figured out that I don’t quit until you give me an answer.”
“We’ve only been friends for fifteen years.” Riku’s smirking under those too-long bags again, though—Xion will have to chop the fringe off again in a few days, she thinks, when Riku’s mom has complained long enough that she commissions his other other best friend to help her. “What the hell happened to Sora anyway? It’s been fifteen minutes, he can’t get lost on his way to the kitchen.”
Around the corner where Xion can see him, hiding next to the bedroom door behind Riku, Sora narrows his eyes at Riku, then glances back at his little sister and jerks his head in Riku’s direction. Just do it already.
“You were friends with Sora before I was born, so you’ve been friends with me my entire life, and that’s eighteen years.” Xion rolls the purple nail polish bottle between her fingers, looking at her feet and seeing nothing. “You wanna go on a date with me sometime?”
The clicking of the controller button stops abruptly, and the character on the video game makes a delayed grunt of pain—almost like Xion can hear the full weight of what she asked Riku hit him full force. Out of the corner of her eye, Sora mimes groaning in agony and hits himself in the forehead a few times. Xion forces herself to exhale, then unscrews the nail polish bottle and reaches down to her toes, looking up just before she starts painting.
Riku’s recollected enough sense to pause the damn game but not enough to close his mouth all the way—yet. As she watches, he works his mouth, then swallows. “What—what do you have in mind?”
Sora leans forward, sticking his whole head in the room, and Xion smirks and leans back before her shaking hands streak her toes with neon purple. “Well, pretty much what we always do, just without Sora. Catch a movie, go to McDonalds and shoot straw wrappers at each other, have deep philosophical conversations about the state of the world, make out.”
“We don’t make out around Sora, though.” Riku’s relaxed again, even unpauses the game and starts tapping the buttons again, but much more quietly; under his bangs, he’s smiling faintly—not smirking, smiling, and no matter how faint it is, that’s like Riku beaming.
“Have to add something new to make it a date.” Xion crosses her legs, curling her lips in to keep her grin from being too obvious.
“It’s a date, then.” The TV screen fades into white—apparently Riku won whatever part he was at—and he puts the controller down and properly turns to face her. There really isn’t another word for Riku’s smirk but “devilish,” as cliché as Xion knows it is, but then again, everything in the world is beautiful right now, so Xion mentally calls it devilish as he leans forward and stares her right in the eye (oh God her heart is doing jumping jacks and she loves it). “Pick you up at seven tomorrow night?”
Sora punches the air and stalks down the hall and out of sight.
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