setting the mood

Attempting to distract himself by swishing the surface of the water with his paw, Kuroo's ears perked up when the stranger asked about where he was from. Tilting his face in the direction of the larger wolf, he smiled in return. "They call it Nihon. It is far across the ocean from here and quite the bitch of a journey if I do say so," his tone is light as he lets out a small laugh. Memories flooded back of him and his brother taking that god-awful trip across the water to get here. While it was for good reason since they were now so close to meeting their father, his homesickness still ached in his chest. He missed the mountains, the cherry blossoms, the lazy rivers, and shrines.

This wasn't the time to linger on home though as the stranger was flirting with him. Now, this was new. It wasn't every day that another wolf really took it past being friendly with him. Letting his eyes meet with the obsidian and ember-colored wolf, he wondered what was going on in that head. Did he mean it? Or was he the type that always flirted with everyone? Slightly cautious, Kuroo's cheeks flushed nonetheless. "Your voice is quite lovely as well," he replied with his own little smirk.

Before the silence could settle between them, the other introduced himself as Raylan. "Raylan," he tested the name on his tongue and through his accent, he kind of liked it. Had a nice ring to it, ya know? "You can call me Kuroo," his own smirk lifted a bit higher into a smile as he turned a bit more to face the wolf better. "What brings you all the way out here, Raylan?" Kuroo asks with a tilt of his head.