"Oh...I was just wondering is all. And you're right about the room thing, closer to the stairs is...easier for me.", he had hesitated, he didn't like talking about his condition, it only made people feel sorry for him, and he couldn't stand that. They would treat him differently, make allowances for him, try to stop him from doing things...the same way as his parents did. he shook the thoughts away, they were dangerous thoughts and continued, "I don't mind if you ramble, I'm sure that no matter how much nonsense you happen to speak, that it will be nothing compared to my younger siblings.", he said this with a soft chuckle, remembering the time when one of his brothers, Ryuzaki, had insisted for weeks that his sock drawer was going to attack him if he opened it, and that was why he refused to wear socks. It had taken an eternally patient Riku many attempts to explain that no, the socks were not going to join into one mass and strangle him in his sleep, as Ryuzaki had truly believed they would. Letting another soft laugh escape, he looked back up to Sora, "Sorry, I was in my own world for a moment there. I tend to do that a lot.", he apologised, before following Sora's gaze to the door. He knew the other two boys from the chatrooms, but he also knew that the persona that one held online and your true nature could often be completly different. What would his new dorm-mates' true selves be like?