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Boing—!
Neatly styled hair of soft pink swished before you, with the owner dangling off of a tree branch overhead. Your chin lifted, eyes nearly blinded by the light of the morning sun. Birds sang as they passed by through the bitter, cold air. "Haha, morning, Kohaku." "Good morning," replied he, lips tugging into a smile. He seemed to have awoke in a pleasant mood. "Are you singing by yourself again?" "Yeah," you confessed without hesitation, smiling in return at the boy. "It's getting tougher at the office, so I usually take refuge here." "I had a feelin'," Kohaku nimbly lifted his upper body upwards, hands seizing the tree branch he previously dangled from by his legs. In a blur of primarily pink motion, he swung down to your side. Elegantly seating himself, he stretched his arms above his head. "Do you mind if I stay awhile and listen?" "I was about to ask you to stay," drowsiness had yet to wear off, although you'd been awake for some time now. "Everything seems less stressful around you." "Haha, thanks," laughed he, unconsciously leaning upon your shoulder. He sighed with relaxation, a soft grin on his lips. "Sing me another one of those bardic songs, please." "Alright."
Your miniature performance began with a smooth start, as warmups had been completed prior to Kohaku's appearance. In spite of your certainty that you had been alone, it was not uncommon for Kohaku to observe others in discreteness. Being raised by a family of skilled assassins gifted him the ability to mask his presence from practically anyone and everyone, should he wish to. However, he would rarely use this skill.
Breath rising in the gentle, yet frigid breeze, your eyes observed the beautiful frost upon blades of grass. Although frozen, it bore such profound beauty. As you sang calmly for your partner, you removed your jacket, placing it upon his shoulders. Kohaku, head perked, shook his head to reject the offer. In spite of his protests, you left the jacket with him. You could see by the red on his nose and flushed cheeks that he had grown cold in the frosty morning. Once settling into your jacket, Kohaku pressed into you. It seems he recalls the most memorable part of this particular musical number. He began softly singing along to your voice, his delivery clear and entrancing. You felt as though you'd been snake-charmed, hooked to his voice in a soothed manner. Your hand found it's way upon his shoulder, drawing him nearer to your chest. Your heart rushed with honor and pride.
