"Y-yeah— I kind of forgot that." He mumbled awkwardly, though he wished that the moment would last a bit longer— it felt kind of regrettable to have to separate himself from the white haired male (though he knew that it wasn’t a very good thing to be flirting on his doorstep, specially because he was pretty famous and there was a high probability that they would appear in the cover of some magazine because of that, whoops).
And though he wouldn’t admit it, he was kind of glad Piko didn’t let go of his hand— it felt good to be connected to him somehow.
—Though it made him remember of the gift he brought and the whole reason why he was there in the first place. He was going to wait for the other to let him in before actually giving it to him.
The boy gently led him inside, through the hall and into the nearby living room, after closing the house's entrance door. While the room was of a considerable size, in all honesty, Piko barely, if ever, used it; he was the kinda person that hangs out in the kitchen most of the time at home. Or, well, one of the other many rooms. The house was big.
But Len was the most important guest he could ever receive, that's what he thought. Might as well use the room for what he considered a special occasion.
His two hands were now holding Len's free one; only then did he pay any attention to the gift the other was carrying, leaning slightly to the side to look at it through curious eyes.
"...Hmm......" Was it for him?
