* SCENE XVIII *
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--Riku and Sora head downstairs to have a hardy breakfast.
Riku: I'll make you breakfast. What do want?
Sora: I don't know what I want to eat, but I know what I want to drink.
Riku: What's that Sora?
Sora: A NEW TROPICAL SPRITE REMIX!
Riku: Wow! Me too! It's like an orgasm in a bottle!
Sora: And now in a can!
Riku: Or in the bedroom. (laughs hysterically) Sorry, dirty mind.
Sora: We're supposed to be advertising NEW Tropical Sprite Remix.
Riku: Sure, whatever. Hey, could you go get me the mail?
Sora: Okay. (walks out to the mailbox and brings back mail)
Riku: Thanks. Let's see. Junk. Junk. Junk. You won a new car. Come to Donald's Funeral, junk...wait. What the f***?!
Sora: Come to Donald's funeral?! Donald Duck?
Riku: Donald's dead?
Sora: Holy crap! Where is it to be held?
Riku: At the cathedral in Hollow Bastion.
Sora: When?
Riku: In a week.
Sora: A week? But wouldn't the body decompose?
Riku: Yes, Sora. Yes it would.
Sora: Listen...let's go out to breakfast. Then we can go shopping for some clothes and get some suits for the funeral.
Riku: Okay.
Sora: Riku...
Riku: Yes, Sora.
Sora: I love you.
Riku: Me too.
Sora: If I was a girl, would you want to marry me?
Riku: That's an odd question Sora. Why don't we take things a little slower? And one more thing, (whispers in Sora's ear) you don't have to be a girl, Sora.
Sora: (giggles)
Riku: But you sounded like one just now. It's kinda cute. (grins) Hmm... (pulls Sora close to him)
Sora: (nervous) Number 3?
Riku: No, it's a kiss this time. (Riku kisses him lovingly) To the mall?
Sora: Um...sure. Just let me get ready.
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--Riku and Sora head downstairs to have a hardy breakfast.
Riku: I'll make you breakfast. What do want?
Sora: I don't know what I want to eat, but I know what I want to drink.
Riku: What's that Sora?
Sora: A NEW TROPICAL SPRITE REMIX!
Riku: Wow! Me too! It's like an orgasm in a bottle!
Sora: And now in a can!
Riku: Or in the bedroom. (laughs hysterically) Sorry, dirty mind.
Sora: We're supposed to be advertising NEW Tropical Sprite Remix.
Riku: Sure, whatever. Hey, could you go get me the mail?
Sora: Okay. (walks out to the mailbox and brings back mail)
Riku: Thanks. Let's see. Junk. Junk. Junk. You won a new car. Come to Donald's Funeral, junk...wait. What the f***?!
Sora: Come to Donald's funeral?! Donald Duck?
Riku: Donald's dead?
Sora: Holy crap! Where is it to be held?
Riku: At the cathedral in Hollow Bastion.
Sora: When?
Riku: In a week.
Sora: A week? But wouldn't the body decompose?
Riku: Yes, Sora. Yes it would.
Sora: Listen...let's go out to breakfast. Then we can go shopping for some clothes and get some suits for the funeral.
Riku: Okay.
Sora: Riku...
Riku: Yes, Sora.
Sora: I love you.
Riku: Me too.
Sora: If I was a girl, would you want to marry me?
Riku: That's an odd question Sora. Why don't we take things a little slower? And one more thing, (whispers in Sora's ear) you don't have to be a girl, Sora.
Sora: (giggles)
Riku: But you sounded like one just now. It's kinda cute. (grins) Hmm... (pulls Sora close to him)
Sora: (nervous) Number 3?
Riku: No, it's a kiss this time. (Riku kisses him lovingly) To the mall?
Sora: Um...sure. Just let me get ready.