[There's something of a groan as Riku sits up more, rubbing his face with a hand. Right. Shut. It's not the weekend yet.

He just got too comfortable here, he thought he was at Sora's.]

...Whatever. [He gets up and heads to the nearest bathroom, going to fix his hair and get himself looking more presentable. The bite on his hand isn't too deep, but he doesn't seem too bothered by it.]

You keep sitting on me for some reason and been using me as a personal pincushion. Kinda hard to pretend all that...