Another drabble. Please. Please. Don't kill me for this.

Disclaimer: It's another one of the Yaoi! Generator pairings. XD;;

Also: These drabbles are extremely short for me, but I'm trying not to torture myself by making them any longer.

See, a drabble for me is one-two pages.

My one shots are usually four pages, at least.

"I'd buy you a ice cream, if you'd like."

Zexion looked up warily, bringing a hand to cover his eyes against the sun's intense rays, and to also move his silver bangs away from his face. He blinked, before looking downward. Before him, Riku, also a silver haired boy, but younger, stood. He was smirking in his good natured manner, sea blue eyes lit up with something Zexion couldn't place. Zexion raised an eyebrow, and Riku stuck out his lip a bit, in a slight pout.

"I mean... You have to be hot, wearing that black trench coat of yours."

Zexion looked down, looking, for the most part, in different. 'What's wrong with my choice in clothing?' he thought, narrowing his eyebrows into a thoughtful expression, before his face became blank one more... Another question, however, wiggled it's way into his mind, and he had to resist his face from twisting into an utter expression of confusion.

'Why in the hell is Riku talking to me?'

Zexion wasn't a fan of conversations, and was one that usually kept to the shadows of Destiny Island. However, today had been a hot day, and all the shade was currently being used up by people like Pence and Hayner, who's loud, joyous voices gave the quiet thinker an extremely painful headache. Usually, Riku would be hanging out with the 'cooler' gang, making jokes with Sora and enjoying ice cream by the docks.

When Zexion didn't reply, Riku continued onward, speaking to Zexion as if the older teen actually cared what he was saying. "And you can't just go around wearing a trench coat, so Ansem only knows what you're wearing under that. Knowing you-"

"You don't know me."

Zexion interrupted in a rather blunt manner, causing Riku to smirk visibly. The younger boy motioned over his shoulder, still smirking. "Whatever. How about that ice cream?" he questioned again, causing Zexion's eyebrow to raise up.

He decided to speak, hoping against all odds that speaking would get the arrogant bastard away from him, before he got a headache. "If I had to lick something, I'd prefer a Popsicle." his voice was emotionless as always, the slightest bit of emotion leaning towards cold.

"Really?" Riku's face lit up with a sly expression, which bemused Zexion, to say the least. Riku's smirk only grew, and he continued onward. "I like Popsicles too.. For the same reason..." he trailed off, taking a step towards Zexion, who raised an eyebrow.

"But, I don't think we're talking about the same kind of Popsicle stick, though." Riku added as an after thought, causing Zexion's brain to come to a sudden halt, his mind hitting a large, brick wall. Riku started to walk away, before Zexion cleared his throat, following the younger boy.

"We'll find out..."

Oh god.

I've done it again.

These pairing generators are NOT good for my health.