"Ne, ne. Riku!" Sora said, poking the older teen's shoulder. "Riiiikuuuu."

"What?" Riku asked, letting out a huff of air. He was so cute, but annoying at times.

But he loved him.

"Are you racist?"

Riku blinked once. Twice. "Am I what?"

"Racist!" Sora repeated, chirping happily.

"Why are you asking me?"

"I don't know. Impulse" Sora replied in a sing-song voice.

"You have weird impulses." Honestly. Who asks a question like that?

Sora huffed, crossing his arms. "I can't help it. I want to know," he murmured, whining.

Riku ignored him, going back to reading his book.

"Riku."

Silence.

"Riku…"

Silence.

"Riku!"

Silence.

"Ri—"

"WHAT?"

"Are you racist?"

Riku sighed. "No, Sora, I am not racist."

Sora smiled. "Liar!" he yelled, proud of himself for catching him. "Everyone's a little bit racist!"

"Well, you're a little bit racist," Riku replied, smirking.

"Well, you're a little bit, too."

"I guess we're both a little bit racist."

"Admitting it is not an easy thing to do."

"But I guess it's true."

"Sora?" Riku asked, stopping the song. "Are you trying to trick me into singing another one of your crappy Broadway songs?"

"No! Whatever gave you that idea?" Sora asked, trying to look innocent.

"You were!" Riku cried, pointing an accusing finger at him.

"Okay, so. I was," he said, shrugging. "What'cha going to do about it, pretty boy?"

"This," Riku replied, simply, putting his book down and leaping at him.

"Argh! Riku!" Sora yelled, being knocked back. "I'm calling the Friend Abuse people!"

Riku shook his head. "Friend Abuse people? Sora, there's no such thing."

Sora huffed. "Well, well…" he started, pouting. "Your hair is stupid."

"Oh? You want to take this outside?"

"Hell yeah, I want to take this outside."

"Bring it on!"

"OH! IT'S BEEN BROUGHT!"

Sora smirked, dragging him outside. Fresh air was always good.

"After this, I want a burger. Lots of ketchup, mmm," Riku said, poking fun at his weak spot. He knew Sora loved food, especially the kind that was very bad for you. It was a wonder he stayed so skinny.

"Damn you, Riku. Damn you to hell," Sora growled, pouting once more.

"Now, now, Sora. We all know I'm too amazing for damnation," Riku said, flipping his silver hair back behind his shoulder.

"…"

"See? I told you. You've gone speechless from my good looks, charm, and witty comebacks."

"Witty comebacks my ass."

Riku frowned. "Your ass is hot," he said, crossing his arms.

"Stating the obvious, are we?" Sora asked, turning around and swiveling his hips a bit. "Bam."

"…fine. You win."

And they all lived happily ever after.