Humming to himself as he close his eyes, relaxing at the touch of the wind brushing past his face. His heart thumping in excitement at the thought of having a picnic time with you. Suddenly he felt two hands over his close eyes, he knows that hand. He's familiar with the touch. It's your hand. "Ah, I wonder who's behind me right now." He mumbled, acting as if he doesn't know it is your hand covering his eyes.
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