"Majiru-kun, hey, Majiru-kun, let's play that guessing game again."
Kiri said, hiding her face in her hair and spinning round again.
"No, I don't want to. It's stupid."
Majiru looked back from the window, visibly annoyed.
"Oh, come on, Majiru-kun! It'll be fun! This time, if you get it right, I'll give you a prize!"
He begrudgingly made his way back next to Kiri. If he didn't humor her, she was probably gonna annoy him with talks of cornets and pastry again.
He walked around the heap of brown hair, a little messy and dry due to the fact that she only used soap on it.
Majiru got closer to her than before, goal set on beating her this time. He brought his face closer to her face... or at least, where her face might be, and looked carefully. In this proximity, he could smell the scent of her aforementioned messy hair. The hair that provided the visual obstacle for him to identify the direction she was facing.