Along rolled Spitfire, that flaming redhead, smiling a bright, cheerful smile. A lovely day for ice-cream, he had to admit. What made this whole outing better was that they were doing it with company.
"Akito-kun," he murmured with a polite nod as he approached, hot on the heels of one Aion Clock. "Wanijima-kun." He wouldn't question why the little girl was traipsing about in her underwear. No, he wouldn't question at all.