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Who:

stilldontgotit
What: Some healthy competition and rivalry
When: Before the draft
Where: Starting off at their house; will progress on to other areas later
Summary: A little on edge ever since finding out about this "draft," Sora decides to help make sure his best friend is as ready for combat as he'll ever be by challenging him to an Iron Man Competition. What? It'll totally help!
Rating: PG for manliness.
[so maybe Sora's entire Luceti experience so far has been from the standpoint of a spectator: first, he watched as everyone turned into... other people and things, then he watched as everyone abruptly fell in and out of love with each other, and the awkward conversations that followed afterward- now he's watching people march off into battle to fight against some force he still doesn't quite understand. it's... frustrating isn't exactly an adequate term for it. particularly because he has no choice but to stay home and wait it out.]

[but pacing around and irritably digging through the contents of the kitchen hasn't really helped him much. if he can't help Riku out on the battlefield, then by golly he's going to help him out right here. even if he can't do anything but offer to train with him, or lend an ear if Riku needed it-- but Sora didn't really expect him to outright admit it-- or... or challenge him to a race.]

[... that's it! with a steel determination and maybe a leftover cookie from the pantry, Sora steps through the house, balls his hand into a fist and raps loudly on the door to Riku's room with his knuckles. you best be in there, biffle, he'd like to have a word with you.]

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[Recent circumstances definitely haven't been easy for Riku. First, Xion breaks up with him, then there's that love experiment to rub it in. He might not have been affected, but just seeing all that love around him didn't help.

And of course he got drafted before things could wind down...

When he hears Sora knock, however, he's snapped out of his little daze and quickly makes his way over to the door.]

Hey.

Riku.

[said with all the iciness of a-- well, okay, no, Sora's tone is about as friendly as it always is toward his friends, although there is a serious, even lilt to that last syllable. he doesn't say anything further; he simply tilts his head and meets Riku's gaze, watching him almost thoughtfully. what could he want?]

[...Well, that's a little suspicious. Riku recognizes that serious undertone almost immediately.]

What's up?

[He'll go ahead and step away from the door on the off chance that Sora wants to come inside.]

[Sora slowly lifts a hand, index finger pointed... right at Riku's face, almost accusingly.]

Do you have any idea how long it's been since we've had a race?

[... ... ...

And, just like that, he cracks up.]

Too long, if you ask me.

[Sora's laugh is a little lighter, but his smile isn't any less enthusiastic.]

We should fix that. [and a pause. Sora slooowly turns away from Riku, and toward the door leading outside. the silence is palpable. who will take off running first?]

[Well...

Riku looks back and forth, smirks, and theeen--

He takes off! Typical Riku.]

[HEY NO HEAD STARTS YOU CHEATER-- Sora scrambles off after him, nimbly dodging any house hazards that get in the way and busts right through the door. you're not getting away, buddy; he reaches out with a hand and takes a fistful of Riku's shirt. get back here!]

[Whoa!

Riku wasn't expecting that, and it does slow him down briefly, but he quickly elbows Sora in retaliation. Knock it off!]

Ow! Riku!

[were they racing? Sora's trying to pull him back and shove him for that elbow in the gut.]

[Oh yeah? Then Riku's gonna whirl around briefly and give Sora a shove in return.]

[watch it buddy, Sora's not above trying to trip you! he sticks a giant shoe out and aims a swipe at Riku's feet.]

[and this is why they always need Kairi to mediate their races.]

[Well, if he goes down, he's dragging Sora with him. >|]

[OOF. thanks a lot, Riku.]

... I think it's safe to say I won this race.

Fat chance.

[Have a nice elbow in the chest.]

Didn't think you were the cheating type, Sora.