Riku sat by the paopu tree, his legs dangling over the tiny island's edge, staring over the sparkling aquamarine sea before him with similarly-coloured eyes.
He wore a pair of tatty jeans, thin and ragged in places from constant wear and tear, no shoes, and a sleeveless white shirt, his silver hair pooling on his shoulders and falling into his eyes.
It was early morning; he doubted he'd see anyone for a few more hours yet. Riku wiggled his toes in the crisp morning air thoughtfully, leaning his back against the tilted trunk of the paopu tree behind him as he stared over the horizon.
"It's nice to be home," the teen sighed.
"Riku? 'zat you?" came a call behind him, the person sounding surprised.
"Yeah," Riku called back, recognizing the voice. "It's me, Sora."
Riku heard the younger boy bound over the wooden platform connecting the two islands and make his cheery way over to him. He really shouldn't have been surprised the other boy was up. Sora had always been a morning person as long as Riku had known him.
Riku heard the other boy bound to his side, and looked over. Almost instantaneously after looking at the boy, Riku's whole body gave a jerk as though he'd just been zapped by fourteen simultaneous thundergas.
"Sora," the older teen croaked, looking pained. "What are you wearing?"
The younger teen was wearing a pair of bright red board-shorts that went a little further than his knees and a neon-green shirt with a bright pink stripe down the side. Anyone who prided themselves in their ability to look good or had sensitive eyes would've started screaming and clutching their eye-sockets the moment they glanced at the cinnamon-haired boy at that moment.
Sora shrugged. "Just felt like wearing something different!" the brunette chirped.
"Sora, I love you. I really do," Riku wheezed, from the place where he was sitting, "but, are you trying to murder my corneas?"
Curious from Riku's reaction, Sora glanced down at his apparel, before looking back at his friend. It took a moment to sink in; the younger one glancing down at his clothing, back up at Riku's pained expression and back, before it clicked.
The brunette threw his arms out wide and let out a delighted cry.
"LOOK! I'M FREAKIN' CHRISTMAS!"
((END. Based on something that happened to me. Unfortunately, when I wake up, I'm basically either brain-dead or colour-blind, so, I change into the most curious clothing and the most painful colour-combinations. My mum, being photosensitive, does not like this attribute of mine. The last line is word-for-word from me. Hope you enjoyed.))