( even like this, sleepy and soft and warm, she's clearly capable--and willing--to call him out, but he finds that he doesn't mind it at all. no, it just means a grin stretches out across his features like he can't quite help himself, and around her, really, he can't. he's pleased, too pleased, with having her all to himself here: and with the grass underneath her, the warm of the sun making her hair seem to shine with its pretty lilac shades, she's pretty much the prettiest thing he thinks he's ever seen.

so for a moment, he's just admiring--and then admitting, with a laugh, that-- ) Yeah, I didn't see any here either. The hunt continues.

( but he still has an answer to give her, an answer that's delivered as he leans forward, rocks his balance on his knees so that he can kiss her, something soft and quick, but not rushed; just a warm smack of lips before he's pulling back again, reaching gently to draw a bit of hair away from her face, so that it all lays in the grass, out of the way. )

I saw you, obviously. ( obviously. and he's grinning like he can't help it, again. ) Think it's okay if I lay with you for a bit? Just a little break and all.

( there's plenty of room beside her, so he shifts, rolls to plant his back on the grass beside her: above them is the sky, the trees and flowers, and it feels like one of those peaceful, happy moments that he can share with her, where there's really nothing to worry about. or is that the pollen in the air? he can't really tell. either way, he folds one arm beneath his head, and the other one--donned up with his wristband, as always--reaches, gently, to take kyoko's hand if she'll have it. )