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"And that over there is the ridiculous looking wizward wand," Riku's voice says and something about that doesn't really sound right but Sora is too tired to be sure about that.
"You made that up," Sora says after a while, blinking his eyes open and turning on his side so he faces Riku.
The soft grass below him tickles his face. It feels nice.
"No, that really exists."
"Yeah, but not as a constellation," Sora says and Riku laughs at that.
"Guess not," he says and also turns to his side so he can look at Sora, "You weren't listening."
Like this, they are so close Sora can feel his breath on his face.
"It's not my fault! Your voice has that effect on me," Sora mutters defensively and Riku laughs again.
Recently, he does that a lot. Laughing. At things Sora says, specifically. It makes him very happy.
"Am I that boring?"
"No," Sora says immediately, shaking his head vigorously. "It's calming. I like it, I like listening to your voice."
He watches Riku's cheeks turn red and neither of them speaks for a while.
"I like you," Sora adds like an afterthought and Riku's face turns even redder.