"Where did you hear that?" Kanaru pouted a little. "Yeah, his hair is smooth and soft, but it's nothing like that every time he wakes up. It turns into a bird's nest from all the static—wait, it's probably because I prefer wool to silk…"
"What are you saying?"
"…let's forget about that. We're already here." Kanaru blushed a bit, his tongue slipping. Then again, they were already standing in front of Ririka's room. Even if Puri frowned at him, the bird prince only stiffly stood next to her.
She just huffed as she knocked on Ririka's door. "Humph, I'll ask Eann how often you really get visited. Why do you sound like you always fix his hair, even if you're not on evening duty?"
Kanaru scratched his cheek. "He just hangs out with us from time to time…"
