He pulled the hood of his sweater over his head, letting the tips of his silky hair drooped and fall over the front almost covering his eyes. His tip-tilted eyes gave the effect of a wise, sad owl.

Kotaro's mood could shift in an instant, from joyful to sulking when he became frustrated. "Ah mghjnm m." He mumbled, with a voice so low you could barely make out his words. "Want cuddles."