[ tsurumaru is close enough for him to hear his name being spoken, although softly. he's not too far from namazuo, and while namazuo's been taking care to gently pat the flowers, not pluck them, tsurumaru's gone and ripped out the longest grasses that he can find out of the soil itself, gathering them and weaving them into small mats—
—because he absolutely refuses to ruin his clothes with dirt stains.
either way, the mats are all done by the time he hears namazuo, so he'll promptly pick up his pile of mats and find the source of the voice, and when he does— plop! go the mats, right on top of the beetle that namazuo had been following.......... (it'll probably crawl back out from underneath that extra weight with little to no damage.) ]
Namazuo— wow, what happened to you? Did you feel like taking a swim?
i | I'M SO LATE im so sorry
—because he absolutely refuses to ruin his clothes with dirt stains.
either way, the mats are all done by the time he hears namazuo, so he'll promptly pick up his pile of mats and find the source of the voice, and when he does— plop! go the mats, right on top of the beetle that namazuo had been following.......... (it'll probably crawl back out from underneath that extra weight with little to no damage.) ]
Namazuo— wow, what happened to you? Did you feel like taking a swim?