Turkey
Turkey
Riku was deep in thought, outlining a term paper, when a pair of arms thrown around his neck startled him out of the reverie. He tensed for a moment, ready to defend himself, but relaxed when he realized who it was hanging off of him.
"Riiiiikkkuuuuuuu!" Sora sang, tightening his grip.
Riku grunted and pulled at his arms. "Too tight, can't breathe."
"Oh, sorry!" Sora relented, but still hung onto his boyfriend's neck. "Hey, so we're back!"
Riku chuckled. "I hadn't noticed." He turned in his chair to look at the brunette. "So, anything good?"
Sora beamed, and something about it made Riku pause. The smile was just a little bit too bright. Sora's beacon smiles were, more often than not, a prelude to something Sora wanted. And Riku would end up giving in, because it was Sora, and Sora's smile made him weak, in the best kind of way. "Actually, yes!" Silver eyebrows shot up skeptically. "Kairi and I stopped at the thrift shop, and we found something just perfect for you."
Uh oh. There was definitely a hint of mischief in that smile. Riku narrowed his eyes. "You did."
The sound of the door opening caught his attention, and he looked up to see Kairi joining them, shopping bag in hand, and a glint in her eyes. "We did!"
Riku felt his stomach clenching. They were going to double-team him, and there would be no escape, whatever it was. Sora released him abruptly so Kairi could pass her package to Riku, and he peered inside it with dread. Then frowned. It looked inconspicuous. He reached in, pulling out the brown, knit material. Brown wasn't such a bad color. He shook it out to get a good look, and he was so glad that he was holding the thing up between him and those two, because he did not want to give them the satisfaction of seeing his reaction.
Because the thing was awful. It was a button-up vest, with loud orange buttons the size of quarters, leaf and pumpkin appliques, and a big. Ass. Turkey. What he wanted to say was, 'Really, guys?'
"Well, what do you think?" Kairi's voice interrupted his internal dialogue.
He would not give them the satisfaction, he reminded himself, so what he said was, "It's very festive." With a small, strained smile.
"Come on, put it on," Sora urged. Puppy-dog smile. "I bet you'll look super cute in it!" Riku flicked his eyes to Kairi, who was nodding in agreement.
So he reluctantly pulled it on, trying not to frown as he buttoned it up. He held his arms out when he finished, trying to look hopeful. "Well?"
Kairi let out a squeal of triumph. "Yes! Very nice. You have to wear it for Thanksgiving dinner." Riku's stomach dropped. He hadn't thought of that, and he didn't get a chance to think on it much before his two dark-haired companions were cooing over him and squeezing the life out of him with hugs.
Because, as silly as the sweater vest looked, Riku made it look good. Although he would never believe it, and when Thanksgiving dinner came around, he would spend no small amount of time dwelling over what a torture it was to wear the thing. But he would do it. For Sora and Kairi.