The wind sways softly. It whistles a soft tune, soothing to the ears, sweet like sugar. Matsuko jams a stick into the dirt and then moves it around, proceeding to draw with no idea in mind. The soil is moist and soft — it crumbles easily, making it easier to draw general shapes on it. Satoru is some distance away from her, crouching down and playing with an earthworm slithering around in the dirt. Matsuko has opted to stay away — she doesn't particularly like slimy little creatures.
They're surrounded by tall grass and well-kept flowers, ranging from vivid pink to dusky purple and balmy yellow. Colorful petals fly about, the breeze carrying them around and breaking their eventual fall. There is only a narrow opening in the entirety of the field; a stone pathway that leads back to the Hirano estate. They remain far away from Matsuko's home, though, having had walked on the path for more than twenty minutes. They had promised to stay inside the estate, but with Satoru's relentless pleas and Matsuko's inability to hear him complain for more than five minutes, they had snuck away. The security cameras from the estate and their extensive sight no longer had jurisdiction from so far away, and neither were any of the house staff around. They're surrounded by peace and quiet only. With her mother in bed rest due to the heavy strain the pregnancy has given her, Matsuko is certain she won't be looking for them any time soon.
Soft, incoming footsteps alert her of Satoru's presence. "Matsuko-channnn," he leans in and whispers into her ear, his hands behind his back.
Matsuko turns to look at him, catching a glimpse of big, mischievous eyes as they peer above dark sunglasses. "What?" She curiously asks.
Satoru brings a hand from behind his back. In it, he grasps a delicate dandelion. "Boo!" is all she hears when Satoru positions the flower in front of her face and blows. Millions of fluffy white seeds dance and sway in a flurry around Matsuko's face. Something itchy rides up her nose and she sneezes not once, but five times.
Satoru laughs, cackles evilly and anger swirls inside Matsuko because he is aware of her very mild, yet very present, dandelion allergy.
Matsuko retaliates immediately. She brings her leg back and then brings it forward to kick up as much dirt as she can towards him. Dust and tiny pebbles hit Satoru, sprinkling all over his expensive clothes. "Hey!" His laugher drops and he visibly fumes because of course Satoru would care about ruining his clothes. Matsuko wears attire of high quality as well, but she's never cared too much about getting dirty. Satoru, on the other hand, is sensitive about it. He's the epitome of cleanliness and composure, he's supposed to look like the perfect heir.
