AN: Geez, it's been so long since I've posted anything... Well, I know this isn't really anything spectacular--just a drabble I wrote ages ago that I've been itching to submit. So, yeah, here it is. Reviews are always appreciated, and I'm open to constructive criticism. Thanks for reading!
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Sora shivered as another cold gust of wind smacked him in the face. "Riku," he whined, frantically rubbing his arms in a vain attempt to warm them. "I'm cold."
The older boy turned to his friend and raised a silver eyebrow. "Sora, in case you haven't noticed, it's winter. Dress accordingly."
"But we live on an island!" countered the younger boy, throwing his arms up in exasperation. "It's supposed to be warm all the time!"
Riku rolled his eyes. "Well, it's not, is it?" He grabbed Sora by the shoulders and pointed in the direction of his house. "I don't want you to get sick, okay? Go home and actually put some clothes on!"
Sora took a step backwards from his friend, eyebrows arched in both curiosity and surprise. "Put some clothes on? But, I've got clothes on, Riku!" he yelled, gesturing to his outfit, which consisted of a thin, gray tank top, bright yellow swim trunks, and a pair of beat-up beach sandals. Sora pursed his lips in thought, and then, with a look of dawning realization, said, "Wait a second. You're not undressing me with your eyes again, are you?"
Riku's steps faltered slightly. A soft shade of crimson crept across his pale cheekbones, though Sora couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment at being caught in the act or simply the cold finally getting to him. "S-Sora," he said, a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice. (Or was that just his teeth chattering?) "Will you just go already!"