Kusuo's sandals leave marks in the sand as he follows after you, his face expressionless.

He's been your shadow for the past ten, maybe fifteen, minutes. Every move you make is under his eye, and he's not exactly hiding it. You're entertaining—and not in the irritating way that Nendou or Kaidou are. You make him chuckle, even if he always finds some way to conveniently hide it.

Okinawa hasn't been what Kusou would call the funnest experience, but then again, nothing is really that fun for him. Regardless, he trails after you as you walk, not minding where you might end up.

And it's another way to avoid Teruhashi and her persistence on getting him to say "oh, wow."