"I guess I don’t hate it that much after all." The words were spoken with a small half-smile to herself as the girl rocked back and forth on the swingset, pigtails swaying gently in the breeze behind her. "This kind of weather, that is."
A pause, before her gaze slowly traveled to the dark-haired male beside her. "Do you want to swing too, Haruka-san?" Even now, it was hard to get used to the fact that he had once been the certain white-haired android who had been living with them for a time — but she’d resolved to view the two as separate entities, despite how they admittedly shared the same charm points at times. "I can push you if you want." In reality, what she wanted more than anything else was to properly express her gratitude to him (she’d heard what had gone on in those last few moments from Hibiya afterward), but that could wait, she decided.
They had all the time in the world now, after all.
Prior to Hiyori speaking up, Haruka's eyes had been directed skywards. With the trance broken, his attention goes to the young girl, puzzlement falling on his face. "Ah... eheh, the weather does feel a lot better nowadays, doesn't it?" he chimed quietly.
It took a moment for Haruka to react to hearing his name, perking up after a delay. In some ways, he could still see himself as Konoha, the name more likely to responded to at the current time as opposed to Haruka. "Kind of," he answered sheepishly, swinging his legs somewhat to get a start. It didn't last long, his feet disturbing the dirt before the swing went still again. "That's okay! I can swing myself," he continued with a small smile. Haruka's gaze shifted downwards, eyes shutting as he thought about to Konoha's wish. Well, his other self had done a good job, hadn't he? A quick glance to Hiyori brightened his smile somewhat, leaning back and pushing the playground equipment into motion again.
Hopefully the rest of the summer would be as fun as those peaceful days had been.
