( it's rare that anything can lull him into remote proximity of "calm", but the cacophony of waves and chatter and wind are the perfect cocktail. a dreamy, languid voice almost blends into it all, and would without much notice if not for the fact that this person is so beloved, so dear and integral to earlier stages of his very own self, that he can't help but shoot his eyes wide open to it all.

in a place like this, such a vision seems more ethereal than usual— a halo of sunlight surrounding a mesh of cyan and teal, looking as if he were a gift from the ocean and sky itself. a chance meeting. it's Amazing to see a familiar face, but this familiar face is right in his element, isn't he? it shouldn't be so surprising, particularly if it's a dream. Kanata appeared in plenty of his. )

Oh, is that so? I cannot help but be drawn to the center of any stage. ♪ A nature that cannot be reconciled, fufufu. It might be "rude", but it also might be "Amazing", you know? There are endless perspectives and countless worlds that exist within each of us. ( it was just rude, Wataru. ) Such audacious acts can be forgiven and forgotten along with laughter and love, yes? Even a beautiful soul like yours, flitting and floating about... can forgive someone like me. ☆

( with a jerk of his hand he's practically flinging his coconuts aside, blinking through the wetness that's pouring down to him and excitedly doing a perfect kick-up. normally he'd land with a gesture that invites applause or some showy signal that he's finished his feat, but he's too busy right now grabbing Kanata by the shoulders. )

My dear friend, Kanata ...have you come to rouse mischief with me?