Hm. Fault's a strong word, don't you think? There's something to be learned in every new experience.

[He concedes to the apology with that--they could keep chasing each other in circles, trying to claim the lion's share of the blame for the initial awkwardness of their meeting, but that would go absolutely nowhere. Sakura was too well-versed at apologizing, and Ryoma was too stubborn once he'd dug his heels in. The day would be gone before either one of them even thought to call it even.

As a side note, Ryoma could do plenty of things wrong, just ask him--eventually. Right now he's meeting Sakura's smile with more of one of his own, brightened by her own small surge of heart. The, uh, invitation to play causes that confused hound look to trot back out for just a second, however--both from the quick burst of words and the novel concept of playing.

... it seems novel, anyway. Ryoma couldn't remember if he was much for games, but it seemed like something he could put a soft no in. His helmet was a very serious piece of equipment. Still, indulging the girl and making it up to the children for breaking up their play for so very long for adult politeness and its nonsense.]

I don't see why not, if you'd like another. What are the rules of the game?