"Well, I have my moments to lend an ear when someone needs or wants one," offering a cheeky smile in the same breath. Honestly, Jack was an active fellow, that was for sure but he learned to slow down from time to time to appreciate the smaller things that some would take for granted. The way the moon painted the night sky in it's full phases during the winter time, when the ground had been covered in blanket snow making a bed of untouched shimmering glitter. How the morning sun creates a blur of colour through a frosted canvas in it's own natural painting. How her little gestures had absentmindedly forgot her prim and proper face she wore the night they had first spoken, now melted away to show the lovely person under it. No one was watching, therefore, the true her was shinning brightly through without a second thought.
"Victimless!? I got detention!" a sweet laugh, his bright blue eyes turning inward where the soft pad of her manicured finger tapped his nose in jest for a second time. "Though, I really do need to find quicker escape routes...If I keep running into distracting people, and maybe not use so many ice based spells than maybe I'll have a bit of a chance," snickering, Jack finally pushed himself to sit with his wild blonde hair in a complete disaster from where she was twisting and toying with it. "Well, how does it look?" he asked curiously, his eyes lifted to the strands he could see in his peripheral.
"It's strange, for me it's the same. A sort of quiet peace when the moon is still visible, when the world sleeps," tilting his head back farther to the dimming sky where the faint crescent hung between grey clouds rolling in from over the darkening forest. It was nearing time for them both to head back, leaving this moment behind in hopes they will be able to revisit it in the future. Besides, he really didn't want to get Mariko in more trouble than what she already was, due to her noble act to step behind her friends, just because she was with him.
"When will..." turning a bashful sort of glance to the side with his fingers threading through the black of his messy blonde hair sheepishly. "I mean....another owl?" he questioned, he had already realised the reasoning for their secluded place, away from prying eyes of peers he figured. But their quiet moment was theirs, and he was grateful that it was he that she chose to be herself around, making her feel the comfort she should always feel in her own skin.