Y is for Young
"What are they doing?"
"Hm?" Kurama cracked an eye open,stretched out in a patch of sunlight on the branch next to his love. Hiei tipped his head toward the lake, where their close-knit group was splashing and laughing merrily. The fox smiled softly, "They are playing Marco-Polo. An American game where a blindfolded player identifies the others through vocal calls."
"...Why?"
Shrugging, Yolo popped his shoulders, lying on his stomach and swishing his tail back and forth lazily, "It is considered fun. Not something I have the attention span for, personally, but it is amusing to watch, yes?"
The koorime just shook his head, "I swear, all humans are children."