He made a face like laughter, but he didn't make any sound as his brows jumped up and his mouth opened in a silent twist of lightless humor. Kira couldn't see it, of course, but his cheek brushed hers again, warm and simple, almost normal. But he still held her arms in check, and without warning he took a step back, toward the door and the way they'd come, dragging her with him. "You're not a fox like me, kodanuki-chan." He said it fondly, as if she'd just showed him a crayon drawing of a girl that looked like a cloud. "But it's adorable when you pretend to be a grown-up. Tell us what happened to grown-up Allison and Stiles. Did they run away together?" The idea was hilarious.
He settled his chin on her shoulder, slightly pointed, settling it a little to make up for their varied heights. Again he looked at Scott, face calm, eyes still. He didn't blink as often as Stiles, and he didn't twitch, not even once. A black fly crawled slowly over his forehead, through the cold microdroplets of sweat, and then it made one short little buzz from his face to Kira's. It drifted over her nose, in front of her eyes, and then with a high-frequency nzzzzzzz sound it slid away through the air straight towards Scott.
"You know Scott, if you're looking for Stiles, I'm not sure he's home. He looked up, slowly rolling his dark eyes back into his skull, as if feeling the divine--or hearing something beautiful. "He's busy up here. Busy screaming." This time he did laugh. Very slowly, deliberately English, so American. "Ha, ha... ha."