The near violent coughing which ensued eventually subsided, leaving Sora with only the foul aftertaste a mouthful of sand tends to leave.  Closing his eyes, Sora no longer cared that he could feel the heat of the sun and sand combined burning into his already tan skin.  It didn't really feel that bad... it was almost something close to soothing, but still far from it.  Nor did he care that the fine sand was now happily situated amongst his messy brown spikes of hair.  No, Sora didn't even seem to notice it even when someone started walking towards him across the sand.  Or even when that someone was hovering only four inches from his face. 

Finally, there you are Sora!  Riku had been looking all over for the boy, though now that he'd found him lazing around on the beach, Riku supposed he should have checked here first anyway.  It wasn't uncommon for Sora to spend his afternoons sleeping on the beach, seeing as his mother would usually nag him about being lazy all the time if he was constantly sleeping around the house.  But it wasn't like Riku came out here just to see Sora snore away in the sand.  ...Although the sight wasn't exactly a bad thing.

Lulled into a half-sleep state, the only thing that brought Sora back was the soft chuckle from the person above him. 

Eyes shooting open, Sora shot up from his relaxed position in the sand, only to send his forehead cracking painfully into none other then ...

"Riku!" Sora whined plaintively as his clutched his throbbing (and surely bruised) forehead with both hands, tugging his knees up to his chin protectively.

"Ow!  Jeeze, Sora!  What've you got in there, bricks?"  Even Riku seemed slightly pained by their abrupt collision, though the older boy hardly ever showed any weakness of any kind.  Especially not physical pain.  Riku prided himself in his physical condition and would probably dub himself the next Achilles, were it not for the occasional reminders given to him.  Such as Sora's own clumsiness, Sora's glomp attacks, and Sora's blitzball skills, if one could really call them that even.  No, Riku was far, far, from invincible.

Sliding his hand past his forehead, Riku gently guided his fingers through his silver hair, green eyes studying Sora pointedly.  "So what's got you so bent out of shape you'd miss lunch?  I swung by your house earlier today trying to catch you, but your mom said you never showed up."  Missing lunch was definitely not Sora-like at all.  Not to mention the fact that if Sora was grumpy due to lack of food, it might not be wise of Riku to actually mention why it was that Riku had been trying to get a hold of Sora all day.  Though finally having a moment with Sora, and Sora alone at that, Riku didn't want to really bring up such a thing at a bad time.

Before Sora could respond or even get up out of the sand, Riku plopped down next to his friend, wrapping a well-toned arm around the smaller boy and tugging him closer, ruffling his hair with his other hand.  "You can tell Ri-ku!  Is Sora having some problems with the birds and the bees?  Does he need my wise advice?  Is that it, Sora?"  Okay, so from anyone else's point of view, teasing the life out of the poor boy wouldn't seem like a sure fire way of cheer him up, but Riku knew that joking around with Sora always pulled him out of these moody phases.  Eventually.