[ Hiyori hasn't forgotten either, and it does annoy him a bit to have no recourse for that. It's troublesome to have been in that situation, more troublesome still to have someone able to interpret it as they please, and most of all the fact that turning words over his head and dissecting every little thing tells him that he made mistakes.

Well, there's no helping it. It's hard to hold a conversation from up above, so he hops down. He lands hard, sinking into a crouching position where his hands press against the ground, on all fours like a cat before he pushes himself back up. ]

They're toys. You hand them out to children around this time of year, but they can be used for pranks too. It's part of the holiday.

[ He's going to find a sticky hand to press against Midnight's cheek just because.

He's beating around the bush, but it is a bit uncouth to pounce a person to go on about how... Ah, intimate, their last encounter had gotten. It's only polite to spend a certain amount of time pretending it didn't happen. ]

I'd have sneaked up and slipped a spider down your shirt instead, but... [ He looks him up and down, disapproving, ] ... Really. You're going to catch cold like that.

[ okay mom ]