[Perhaps it's a good thing that they can't see each others faces. Riku's got a rather pleased and coy smirk on his face from that warm, fuzzy admiration that flows through their bond. If he tilts his head down just right, he can see the tip of Sora's little nose as it gets pinker by the second.]

Mmhmm, that's right. [Sora's fingers always feel so good running through his fur. The burns and wounds on his one arm from the night before and nearly healed, but the fur will take a bit longer to grow back.

Playfully, he pokes the puca's fuzzy belly with a finger.]

But I'm carrying them. Can't have a hungry bunny ruining her gifts. [And with that he presses a light kiss on the top of his head.] You can pick out your own snacks.