Riku glanced between them, something warm starting in his heart as he shook his head slightly. There was something to be said, about the three of them taking care of each other. With a guilty sigh, he placed the bowl down and headed to his room to change out of his sopping wet clothes, leaving behind dripping footprints that he glanced back and grimaced upon. If he tried to clean those up in the moment, he'd just make more footprints. He'd clean those up once he changed out of his clothes. He still felt clammy, too--maybe he should take a shower? ... no. He felt like he needed food more than a shower, honestly.

Changed into a clean long-sleeved shirt and jeans, he tread back out with a towel over his head, rubbing his wet hair constantly as he moved from his room to the kitchen, gathering another towel to start mopping up his soaked footsteps. By the time he got to his bowl again, he jolted and pulled his hand back, frowning at his hand and the static electricity he'd accumulated.