Kokera tilted his head to the side, watching Sakura swing back and forth gently, like a slow hypnotizing movement that pushed forward and then back, over and over again and he finally managed to tear his gaze away, staring at the top bar of the swingset. Unfortunately, his stare was drawn right back to her, sunken golden eyes unblinking.
"Oh..."
He was silent again, red locks falling over his face and shadowing his passive expression though hints of surprise and worry pulled at his lips and brow. "That doesn't sound very fun." He admitted, gloved hand rubbing the back of his neck.
"It must've been terrible." He added, before pausing and then saying, "I should be glad I wasn't there, right?"