The defensive response on the other boy’s part bewilders Riku -- it’s definitely not characteristic of the Sora he knows. In fact, the Sora he knows would be happy to be interrupted during sleep by him, if only because it meant the two of them would spend time together and his friend would be eased of potential nightmares as a result. Instead, angry eyes stare him out, as deep blue as he remembers them to be, before the smaller boy stops, his jaw unhinging in confusion. If Riku hadn’t steeled his expression beforehand, he’d probably be making something similar right back at him.
Now that he gets a closer look... Yes, this is definitely the outfit he remembers Sora wearing those two years ago. But why on earth is he wearing it now? And why is he shorter? He knows he’s taller than Sora but he’s not this much taller.
Riku worries his lip with a tooth as he looks the other boy over, shuffling from foot to foot uncomfortably, not sure what to say now that he has gathered Sora’s attention. It’d be weird, wouldn’t it, to ask why he’s wearing that right now, and on top of that he can’t exactly ask him how he grew shorter either.
I really must’ve entered some kind of time loop. But how’d that happen without me even noticing?
It takes him a moment before he stiffens in realization that he’s just been standing there awkwardly, not saying a word for several moments. Oops.
Better try for something, at least.
❝Um... Hi,❞ he says with a sheepish smile, internally kicking himself. That was smooth. I’m sure he’s not going to be weirded out by that at all, Riku. Nice job.
