Authors Note: This is the third chapter. Yay! I'm sorry about the last chapter and how it was the same thing from two perspectives, I just felt that it needed to be done. I will try very hard to not do that again. There is really no plot in this chapter... It's just Riku and Sora talking. It's really more just there to prepare for the next chapter, where there will be more plot, sort of. I'd like to thank Lack Thereof, mango smoothies, Queen of the Insects, and Kanilla-Master of Fluff.
No, he was not naked, and I'm sure that it is not a porch... Thank you Kanilla, I think that it probably is a doorstep. Well, I hope that you all enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, but I own the story, so read and enjoy but please do not take.

Summary: One day a man in a wet shirt and leather pants shows up on Sora's doorstep. So, Sora gets a roommate, a young artist named Riku who turns out to be the most charming person person he has ever met. So charming, infact, that he proceeds to charm the clothes right off of all of Sora's friends. But that's okay, because Sora doesn't know. Yet.

Riku stood up with a sigh. It was time to call it a day. He went out into the hall to the bathroom, and rinsed his hands. He was unable to wash his hands because Sora had borrowed his soap. The soap had never returned. Riku found out later that the reason for this was that Sora had traded the soap for an eyepatch. Sora had promised to buy Riku new soap. This had been a week ago.

Riku dried his hands on his bed sheets, he hadn't thought to bring towels. He headed out into the kitchen, his head filled with vague thoughts about stealing one of Sora's shirts for a towel... The cotton one with the brown polka dots, he decided. He was sure that Sora wouldn't miss it.

He filled the electric teapot with water and pressed down the button. While the tea boiled, he brought out two mugs. He had the feeling that he wouldn't be drinking tea alone.

The electric teapot had just boiled. Sora knew this. He knew this because there had been a soft click in the kitchen, and his reading light suddenly got brighter. Sora shouldn't have known this, because frankly, his reading light shouldn't have been on. His light shouldn't have been on because it was three o'clock in the morning.

Sora lifted his head. He wanted tea. Tea is good, he thought. He got up and left his room. He rubbed his eyes sleepily as he walked down the hallway. He was greeted by the site of his shirtless roommate pouring two cups of wonderful, aromatic, caffeine-saturated tea.

"Hey," Sora said as he sat down on a stool in front of the counter. He still blushed at the site of Kairi in a bikini, andnormally he would have blushed even at the site of a shirtless man. It wasn't his fault - he had been sheltered. He had also lived with Riku for the past two weeks, and Riku was always missing some article of clothing; usually a shirt. This was because as it turned out, Riku only had one.

Riku slid Sora a mug and Sora cradled it in his hands. But he didn't blow on it, because Riku had the foresight to drop in an ice cube. Along with two cubes of pure cane sugar, a sprinkle of lemon, a drop of vanilla, and a dollop of rum. Sora sighed in contentment as he sipped slowly from his mug. Riku knew how to make tea. Riku disapproved of Sora drinking tea from a mug, he said that it was disrespectful. Especially when the mug had the words "I'm up, now give me my coffee!" on it. After three days of nagging, Sora bought him an identical mug just to spite him. It was out of this mug that Riku was drinking now.

"So..." said Riku after a moment, "wha'cha doin'?" Normally Riku didn't slur his words, but he thought that he deserved a break. After all, it was three o'clock in the morning.

Sora groaned. "Studying."

"Ah," said Riku as if he understood everything. "Wha'cha studying?"

Sora set the mug down and put his head on the counter. "I really don't know. I knew a couple of hours ago, but then the words started blurring on the page, and then they started blurring in my brain."

"Ah," said Riku again. "I know exactly how you feel."

"Oh?" Asked Sora. "How is that?"

"I went to an art school, and art textbooks manage to both use five hundred pages to say absolutely nothing and to have really small text."

Sora shuddered in compassion. "So you're an artist then?" he asked after a moment. Riku nodded. Sora nodded. And then Sora fell asleep; his body slackened and his forehead hit the counter with a smack. He jerked up. "So, what kind of artist are you?" he asked as if nothing had happened.

"I'm a painter," replied Riku as if nothing happened. To him, nothing had happened. Usually, if Sora fell asleep during a conversation, once he woke up he would regress to the very beginning stages of said conversation. This had ceased to annoy Riku after the fourteenth time that it happened. They often had talks in the middle of the night. Riku was an insomniac, and Sora was a bad student, always studying for some test or other because he had forgotten to study for it the night before the night before the test.

"Ah..." said Sora. "What do you paint with?" he asked after a while.

"Paint," Riku stated matter-of-factly. After all, he believed that there were no stupid questions.

"So..." said Sora after another moment. Riku stayed silent. He would not be pulled into a conversation full of the word 'so...' "My girlfriend Kairi said that she wanted to meet you."

"That's nice," Riku said. What Riku meant was 'That's one of the most horrible things that anyone has ever said to me." Sora didn't notice. He also didn't notice the look of absolute terror on Riku's face. Sora was just too busy sleeping at the time.

"When's she coming over?" asked Riku. He was determined not to be there when she did.

"Tomorrow evening," answered Sora after he woke up. Riku nodded.

"Well, I look forward to meeting her," he said. But he didn't. Anyone who could give their boyfriend such a hideous clock as the one currently hanging on the wall could not be a good person.

Authors Note: Well, there you have it, it was a bit shorter then usual, but I think that I made up for that with the long authors note. Review please, I love reviews!

Next Chapter: Riku talks to his friends