Taken by surprise, Saya squeaked at the fingers that ran through her scalp. She sat busily sketching out some clothing when the sudden action was carried out. Within her shock, she had dropped her pencil and her back stiffened.
「 … But where exactly did you come from?」
{ 白; } Shiro didn’t seem to notice the girl’s surprise as he continued to stroke the hair, nodding while she spoke. “Coconut oil? It does smell like coconut.” He’d noticed the scent but hadn’t placed it, only knowing that it smelled appealing. “Me? Oh, I came from over there.” Raising a hand, he gestured vaguely behind them.
