He can already hear loud voices nearby. Perhaps the guests are now planning to get some rest since it's already late. Syntax sits beside her, one arm around her waist. "Well, there's no school rule saying we're not allowed here during these hours,"
He stares at her, eyes blinking non-stop. It was a weird reaction, so he shakes his head, then looks back at her again, "Hey! Why are you stealing nose kisses? "
before standing up to follow her towards an old and rusty swing. He grabs a handful of her dress to support her. "Be careful... you might get hurt," he said when he spotted plenty of barbed wire near the swing.
"What are you doing, sweetheart?" He asked, curiosity evident on his face while watching her pick some flowers and make them look like a crown. He looks up at her while holding the crowned flower she placed above his head. "This suits you more, though."
"A c-cooked duck?" He looks at her with a straight face. He looks mad because of how his eyes express it, but really that's what he looks like whenever he finds something so silly.
He was surprised that a golden girl like her would want someone like him, and she has now asked him to break some laws tonight. Well, who the hell is he to say no to his lover?