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Disclaimer: ...I swear to god that the real KH is not as cracky as this thing is. Srsly, yo.
Warnings: Uhm. Making out, man on man, etc. No swearing. Just...stuff.
Music: Blurry Eyes, Honey by L'arc en Ciel
Dedication: To the wonder that is Korean instant noodles. -sigh-
Riku rolled his eyes, exasperated at his kind-of-half-maybe-sort-of boyfriend. ‘What about that one time I saw you sticking your tongue down Axel’s throat at that bar? I’m suuure alcohol tastes wonderful.’
‘I was drunk. And I couldn’t remember tasting anything. Therefore, that does not count.’
‘It does SO count,’ Riku protested.
‘No. No, it doesn’t.’
‘Well, it can’t have been that bad,’ the silver-haired one said, attempting a new angle.
‘Instant. Noodles. Explain that,’ Marluxia said contemptuously.
‘I’m a starving college student, for god’s sa—‘
‘Instant. Chicken flavoured. Noodles.’
‘You got a problem with it?’
‘That’s kind of...gross,’ the pinkish-brown-haired one said.
‘It’s not like you didn’t like it,’ Riku said coyly.
‘I never said that.’
‘C’mon, admit it.’
‘To be honest,’ Marluxia started, ‘...okay, fine, I did.’
And the two proceeded to make-out shamelessly in the dorm lounge. Much to the displeasure of other random students desperately studying for finals.
‘...just shut up, Sora.’
So. I'm sorry for this blatantly bad attempt at 'writing' where I went and threw everything I value as a writer (if I can call myself one) out the window. Yes, yes, I know, I suck. -.-" Title given because I thought it was fitting, and anything else I would've thought up would've ruined the mood. This is pure...non-angst, here. Don't expect much writing coming from me, I've gotten hit by a)writer's block and b)Persona 3 fangirlism, unfortunately. TTxTT I shall try my best in the future.
Marluxia/Riku ftw. Ten more fics to go ftw. (:
-namikun