[ After realizing for herself that it's within his power to scold her, Kokomi almost assumes that that's what is going to happen. Instead, he changes the subject altogether, and there's another surprise, one leaving her eyebrows lifting as she looks at him.

Does she want to do anything, he asks, and the word "no" is halfway to her lips when a firework lights the sky with a pop, the stars disappearing momentarily in its flurrying brilliance, and she's sure she hears voices of awe carrying on the night breeze— or maybe they're imagined, a siren song calling her away from the wistfulness of her feelings and out into trying something new.

She's silent for a moment, and then several more, her gaze low and her arms folded over her chest as she contemplates; no doubt Gorou can see the wheels turning, her lips straightening into a thin line, her brows creasing, her eyes deep as the ocean itself with all the possibilities and potential outcomes.

Eventually, she looks up at him once more. ]

It might be enjoyable if we were to go out and explore the festivities with the public. However... [ Kokomi's frown deepens as she looks down at her clothes, and then across at his, both of which mark them noticeably as natives of Watatsumi Island— and thereby revealing who they are to everyone. She sighs. ] I would feel more comfortable with our doing so if we were able to blend in with the locals. As it is, we are somewhat conspicuous...

[ Something else she failed to foresee, she realizes belatedly. Knowing that the festival was on, she should have predicted something like this might happen, and yet...

Kokomi shakes her head with a small smile, once again aiming to mask the discomfort settling on her. ]