Sora rolled his eyes at Riku and tucked his arms up behind his head. "Whatever." HE didn't need to do anything to his hair. Sora was kind of at the stage where he didn't really appreciate people's appearances so much. He could gauge when a person was attractive, sure. Riku was attractive. Mostly in a 'How come I can't look that good' way. He had all the right muscles and his skin and hair were flawless. He was tall, with broad shoulders, and his voice had already changed all the way, nice and smooth. Sora's Mom, she called him all elbows and knees. Short and skinny, with feet that he hadn't grown into yet, and impossible hair.
Kairi was cute, too, though. And her sister. Sora remembered when last summer they seemed to very suddenly have something they didn't before.
In conclusion, Riku could roll out of bed and look super. What did he need to blowdry his hair for. Nonetheless, Sora would wait patiently for his return, stretched out on the couch. "Where is Kairi?!" he called, hoping his best girl friend would join him.