The bark of the tree dug into Kai’s back as he shifted around for a comfortable position, cheeks inflating with are at the feeling. It wasn’t painful even in the slightest but he had to admit it was a bit uncomfortable. Surveying the alternative of standing and having his neck wind up stuck in that previous position, he wasn’t going to complain. There was a note of— something to Francesco’s voice he couldn’t quite pinpoint. Distraction maybe? Or perhaps he was just hearing things where he shouldn’t. Either way, he directed his eyes upwards to meet the male’s; his hope at possibly catching a glimpse of what he had heard. “I watched it the other day— Er I’m sure I watched it as a kid too, but I had a bit of a childish moment that day,” he threw out quickly, hoping the other didn’t pick up on his slight pause. Kai then turned his head down, peeking at the other side of the street as a woman walked by. She didn’t seem all that interested in the two of them— even though one was hanging casually from a limb of the tree. When the other spoke up once more, the tanned boys eyes redirected back to his face. The corners of his lips twitched with amusement, head cocking to the side. “Hmm…maybe if you feed her she’ll talk. I know food usually makes me do— well just about anything really.”
Despite the shifts of obvious discomfort in the other male, so obvious he might as well have uttered it with words, he seemed as though he was meant to sit there, right then. Sometimes people moved, and it was not as though they had a shadow, but something whispering about them. Like a premonition, and when pieces of the invisible puzzle fit together, it seemed as though for a moment, things made sense. A peculiar thing, perhaps, which he did not try to utter. It made most people uncomfortable, his more sociably tactful part told him. “Did you?” he said instead, his focus forcefully returned to things not pertaining to hunger. “I wonder how long squirrels live. I don’t actually know”, he mused out, nose scrunching up in dismay. “Why have I never wondered that before? I have watched them plenty enough to last a lifetime, or even two. Do you think you climbed the tree as a kid, too?” he asked of him, words spilling rather quickly from his lips once he got talking. “I fed the squirrels in Hyde park muffins a couple of times. I didn’t know what to get them so I went into that place called Starbucks and I asked them what was good and they said everything which was slightly infuriating, but eventually they suggested a muffin, and the squirrels seemed to agree of my choice of food.” An almost cheeky grin flickered past his features, then. “Anything?” he repeated.
