...There he was again. Skipping through the grass as if he was completely jovial and delighted at the world. Oz, it seemed to Gilbert, was just entirely too happy of a kid. Lighting up a cigarette, the Nightray family member sat on a small bench in front of the place where Oz had been skipping (now the boy was preoccupied with a big, lemon yellow butterfly, which had large floppy wings). Gilbert shook his head, grinning. What a kid, he thought. Oz is what... fifteen? Yet he still acts like a little boy.

Deciding that this wasn't exactly a bad thing, Gilbert crossed one leg over the other and took a drag off of his cigarette.

"Gil~kun-!" Oz squealed in delight, running up to the older male, who looked up at the boy calmly and with a soft grin. "Hello, Oz-san." Gilbert ran a hand through his hair, closing his eyes. I'm tired, he thought. Hope he doesn't want to play or anything like that. I'm too old for it. Heh. Oz pouted. "Why so

formal, Gil? Just call me Oz-kun, okay?" The blonde sat down next to Gilbert, leaning against him from the left side, closing his eyes. A soft, contented smile formed on the boy's lips and Gilbert had to hold back a blush. So sweet, He pondered in his mind. How can Oz get to me this way?

The butterfly Oz had been tormenting moments earlier fluttered up to the two, namely Gilbert. Loud giggling was heard (from Oz, of course) when it landed on the raven-haired man's nose. Sneezing, Gilbert glared at it lightly while the blonde teen to his left continued to have a quiet giggling fit. A small, playful smirk formed on Gilbert's lips.

Maybe I'm not as tired as I thought.

Before Oz could get anything out of his mouth except a yelp, Gilbert had dropped his cigarette on the ground and pounced on the boy; most uncharacteristic for someone like him. "Now who's laughing?" Gilbert grinned playfully and Oz smirked. The older male's eyes widened. That's not just any smile, he thought, almost trembling. That's a freaking 'you're my prey' smirk!

"Oh, Gil-kun~..." Oz sang in a soft, lilting voice that made Gilbert shiver. "Wh-What is it?" Said male asked, raising a fearful brow. "...Careful not to hit your head on the ground." "Wha?"

*thump*

"O-Ow, Oz! What the hell?" Gilbert was the one on the bottom now, but not happy about it at all. And the blonde just sat on top of him, smiling in a triumphant, dignified manner, like he was posing for a school picture. "Told you to be careful, Gilbert. Goodness, you're so clumsy~" Oz giggled and rolled over, landing beside the Nightray with a barely audible thump on the grass.

...I think I could get used to this, Gilbert Nightray decided.