Sora paused, and then set the brush aside as it was pretty useless to him at this point. He wondered if he should offer to blowdry Riku's hair too, but he thought he might kind of suck at that and moving away right now didn't seem ideal.
"Oh, good. Nice to know I can never get away from it," Sora teased a little, tucking Riku's hair back behind his ear. He was probably going to make Sora's shirt damp, wasn't he? Ah well.
With a little adjusting, Sora was able to wrap his arms around Riku and pull him more onto the bed so he could at least lean against the wall a little. "It's not like you have to eat it if it's there," Sora pointed out. "It's a little bit of an unreasonable demand. I mean, my only demand is that the tablecloths be blue and white checkered instead of red and white." Like hell he was gonna have an ugly picnic. "A potluck sounds good, though. And BYOM. And BYOB. And maybe BYOSG too."