[ Ordinarily, he might clap his hands together for the appropriate applause that Wataru is always deserving of, but Kanata cants his head to the side instead and searches those purple hues with his own green, feeling the weight of those hands on his shoulders. There's no 'if' about it when he speaks, this is one of his most true and trusted friends, dream or not; the thought alone is enough to make a fond smile ease his features despite the troubles on his mind. ]

Ehehe.. I can "always" forgive you, but that does not mean I will let you "continue" to be rude. The beach is a gift from our "mother ocean".. so we must be kind and share it with everyone. [ Case in point, Kanata will duck his shoulders out from Wataru's hands to join them with his own, pulling gently to guide them out of the court and closer to the shore. ]

Well, I am not a naughty boy like Wataru.. so I do not "rouse mischief", but.. [ The lilt in his voice is playful, but Kanata keeps his eyes on the sandy ground between their feet, smile falling slightly as he releases Wataru's hands. This feels like old, old times and that tugs on his heart as much as it calms it. Too unfair.

It takes him an uncharacteristic moment of pensiveness- he can't be miserable in front of an old friend, even if this is only a dream brought on by whatever sedatives the Ai'tuoh militia injected him with- before Kanata shakes his hair out suddenly, sending droplets flying in every direction and hoping to get rid of his thoughts with them. ]

..I will not stop Wataru if he "is hoping" to put on a performance, since that is what he "loves most"~..? ♪

[ translation: I will in fact rouse mischief with you because that's what oddballs do best?? ]