That short pause before Michiko giggled, Gaara went still with uncertainty. Had he crossed an unspoken line, breached a boundary that he was unaware of? But then she smiled, and he felt some of the tension in his body easing out. He hadn't made a mistake this time, fortunately. Nevertheless, he withdrew his hand and continued to walk, as though he was unaffected by the gesture, one way or the other.

...She was certainly a talkative Moogle. Perhaps even more so than Karura.

He shook his head in response to the question regarding the popular card game. Luke had mentioned it to him before, along with a water-based sport called blitzball. Gaara didn't know how to swim in the first place. Back in Suna, he didn't have very much idle time to spend on frivolous activities. If anything, he would rather pick up a hobby similar to the one that he had been used to: cultivating cacti.

"Do you intend to play?" He asked Shun, a mild note of curiosity in his tone. When Michiko drew closer to him, he blinked at her with some confusion on his face. "What is it?"