“What’re you doing Irene…” he sighed, although in a playful manner.

Riku visibly froze when he felt a pair of hands on his scalp, leaving him in a slight panic. Once he looked over to see who it was with their hands on his head, seeing it was the Riku replica (they needed to find a way to call each other something other than ‘Riku’), his tense form slackened slightly, only slightly, obviously unused to physical touch. Even with the other messing with his hair being someone he knew (and felt really comfortable with to boot), it still felt strange for him, hence the stiff body language.

“Ah–!” Sora’s hands were about to go flail around at the sudden contact of another pair of hands running through his hair, until he realized, wait a minute, it’s Yuki! The panic from earlier melted into joy, a hum of content coming from his lips, just letting the other mess with his brown locks.