Coming to an agreement with myself, I start to inspect his body. Hovering around his body, I look all around for anything that could be considered a wound, including going into his flow-y clothing to inspect his arms and legs.
After looking over his entire body, I couldn't find anything...well almost his entire body. I of course am a respectable Fujoshi and would never push my boundaries. The only other place I haven't checked is beneath the dark blue fedora, his face.
I land on his chest and look in front of me. His head is leaning against the tree at a slight angle so I can reach the rim of the fedora from the edge of his chest. I grab the rim and lift it up to meet narrow light blue eyes.
Startled, I drop the hat and stumble backwards, tripping over myself and falling on my ass. Stunned, I watch the lazy movements of the man I previously thought was unconscious. He plucks the hat off his face and places in on his kimono, behind me, trapping me...
"Touchy aren't we." A lazy slur comes out of his red lips. He looks at me with narrowed peach blossom eyes, not narrowed in anger but more of a "I can't be bothered to open my eyes all the way" narrowed. The mole under his eye makes the "lazy beauty" look even better.
"haha..ha." I laugh awkwardly, trying to recall my reasoning for touching him everywhere, my eyes darting everywhere but his light blue eyes.
Distracted by his face, I only now noticed his short golden hair that was previously hidden. He would be the perfect image of a foreigner if not for the two white stubs on both sides of his forehead. Almost hidden beneath his hair, I wouldn't have noticed if not for its sparkly white color.
So...a kimono, fedora, horns, and a foreigner...really all over the place but why does it look so good together...shoot got distracted again.
I really didn't know what to say though, thankfully the foreigner ikemen broke the ice for me," You done gawking or not?" It was probably a question but it's hard to tell with the man's monotone voice.
The "question" didn't relieve any of my anxiety, instead increasing it some more. Pushed into a corner by the ikemen, I end up spouting whatever excuse comes to mind,"Um...so, you see, I though maybe you were, um, injured, so what I did just now...was a medical check-up...Yes, a medical check-up!" By the end of the statement, i ended up convincing myself whilst trying to convince the ikemen.