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“Riku, Riku, Riku,” Kairi said, propping her chin up wither hands. “If he wasn’t a boy, I might be worried.”

“Er…” Shit. Sora felt his cheeks burn and he tried to casually turn away, praying Kairi didn’t look over at him anytime soon.

“…Or maybe I should be worried anyway,” Kairi said, her eyes widening a bit as she did, indeed, glance at him. “Sora!”

Dammit! Crap crap crap!

“What?” he asked quickly. Play it cool, right? Just pretend nothing unusual was happening.

“Don’t what me! What’s going on? Spill it!”

“I don’t – There’s nothing to spill, you’re – you’re imagining things!”