[ It hadn't taken him long into his acceptance of his abilities to realize that not all who judge as their first measure of opinion will be coarse about it. Kizuna finds himself endeared by the facets of her understanding, the mellow acceptance even when juxtaposed with something overly bright.

With a meandering hum pressed deep in the well of his throat, Kizuna pivots to grab a sunhat off of a chair positioned outside the bungalow. With a slow arc of his arm, he places it atop her head. ]

Enough of them, but not all. [ He gives the brim of the hat a soft tuck downwards. ] And definitely not too busy to spend some time with you. So! If you have any questions for me, I'll do my best to answer them.