[Ken is the furthest thing from a gentleman it's possible to get; half the time he can't even make a reasonable facsimile of a human teenager. (Strangely, here in the Far Shore, that's actually a point in his favor to some people.) But his random act of kindness has certainly given Sakura a stilted first impression he's not going to be able to live up to for long.
He gives her a bemused look at her startled exclamation.] Why not? It's easy, byon. [And...yes, yes, he's demonstrating by scrambling up the tree himself. Somewhat less adept in the unfamiliar yukata, but still with the confidence of a dyed-in-the-wolfwool wild child. He doesn't even disturb any tanzaku.] See?
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He gives her a bemused look at her startled exclamation.] Why not? It's easy, byon. [And...yes, yes, he's demonstrating by scrambling up the tree himself. Somewhat less adept in the unfamiliar yukata, but still with the confidence of a dyed-in-the-
wolfwool wild child. He doesn't even disturb any tanzaku.] See?