He had walked in on a rather perculiar situation. Sora stood before him on one foot, with both arms raised in the air, and he'd been hopping on that one foot, while a rather strange song pumped from the brunette's stereo, something along the lines of 'Youuuuu Crank dat Soldier boy!'. Riku really couldn't pick up on many of the other words, other than something about a super soaker and Superman, whom Riku wondered if Sora was impersonating.

He cleared his throat to break the awkward silence that had started (other than the intrusion of the rather strange song), and Sora, cheeks beat red, finally fell over from lack of balance on one foot. The brunette shifted, letting out a nervous cough, tugging the collar of his sweater.

"So. Er. My mom's outta town for the afternoon. Can I stay here tonight? Your mom said it's fine." Riku finally spoke. It had been a while since they'd had one of those childish sleepovers, latenight video games and scary movies with popcorn and tons of junkfood. At least it got them off of the topic of whatever the hell Sora had been hopping to like a chicken with his head cut off.

"...Y...Yeah, it's fine." Sora seemed relieved that Riku wasn't going to tease him mercilessly, though blushed harder when Riku spoke again.

"Just don't start flying around the room, Superman."

"H-Hey, it's a-"

"Ridiculous way to hop around like a flamingo?"

"No!" Sora flailed, rather humiliated that he'd been caught in the middle of the 'dancing', though turned even redder when some song began pumping out with lyrics that sounded suspiciously like they were saying 'I like your booty, but I'm not gay.'

A closer listen revealed to Riku that that was INDEED what the woman was saying to a rather heavy beat. A malicious grin spread over his features. "I wonder whose booty you've been staring at then, Sora. Maybe been looking at Wakka's junk in the trunk?"

"Oh man, that's gross!" Sora protested. "Tidus would kill me!"

"...Tidus would what?"

Sora tilted his head, giving a quietly confused look. "Didn't you hear? They're going steady."

"...Just what in the HELL did we miss while we were off this planet? And how do YOU know?" Riku questioned, leaning in Sora's doorway.

"Unlike you, I'm not a 'Rawr-Leave-Me-Alone Hermit'." Sora noted with a joking expression, shifting to stand.

"No, you're Superman."

"Riku!"

The silver haired male grinned, stepping foreward to tilt the younger male's chin up to steal a quiet kiss- earning a protest considering Sora still hadn't exactly told his mother about their 'situation'. "Don't worry. It's fun staring at your ass when you're trying to 'dance', no matter how stupid the rest of it looks."

That silenced the Keyblade master, who fumed at the other for a good several minutes after that, at least until Riku bribed the other out of it with a few more kisses.