drabble #9

[oath_breaker]

Why does Sora not know what a fist bump is? Still, I figure if he doesn't, then neither does Riku, and where there's a will there's a way (or, Sora really likes sharing with Riku). Balalala!


"A fist bump," Sora nodded excitedly, practically bouncing on the bed and jostling Riku in the process. Their shared room was softly lit by flowers glowing with the light of dusk, dandelions of light drifting with the faintest sound of bells ringing, barely audible. It made their decently sized room feel small and cozy as Riku and Sora sat on Sora's bed, back to the wall and cups of hot chocolate carefully balanced on Riku's knees.

 

"What's that? Besides the obvious," he tacked on, because Sora could have a bit of a smart mouth and Riku wasn't in the mood to start off another round of any of their competitive fights. 

 

"I mean... it shows excitement," Sora said, much in the air of someone reciting a chemical equation they don't get but have dutifully memorized. "That's what Baymax told me."

 

"A robot," Riku said slowly, "told you to bump fists...when you're feeling excited. A robot has feelings?"

 

"Now you're just being mean," Sora pouted, "Baymax has a heart just like you and me!"

 

"Okay, okay, so we bump fists when we're excited?" Riku tried, because Sora was right and he was equally not in the mood to remind him of that.

 

Sora grinned anyways. "Yeah! Like this," he held a fist up, obviously waiting on Riku to do the same. He looked fairly ridiculous, in his pajama get-up with the pants shorn half off and mended by the good fairies, hair still damp from his shower. Riku was also ready for bed, but he'd foregone themed pajamas when he was six. Not that Sora didn't look utterly adorable with patterned heartless pajamas. 

 

Still, Riku indulged him. Sora booped his fist against his, knuckles barely kissing, before he drew back and waggled his fingers. "Ba-la-la-la!" He sang.

 

Riku's brows shot up to his hairline as Sora grinned, pink-cheeked but determined. "No."

 

"Come on, Riku."

 

"No way!"

 

"Ri-ku!"

 

"It sounds dumb, Sora!"

 

"You're dumb," Sora pouted, finally grabbing his cup from Riku's knee where it was precariously close to tipping over and promptly growing a foam mustache. He licked it clean, then regarded Riku with big blue eyes. "Please?" He bat his lashes, tilting his head and crap Sora was so cute. "Pretty please?"

 

Gritting his teeth and ignoring his own blush, Riku said, "Ba...la la...la."

 

Sora wagged his fingers.

 

Riku sighed, and waggled his back, and then they promptly bust into a fit of laughter as flowers of light drifted over head, warm.