Wait a few weeks, Kaiba boy—she'll be less incandescent...but still fairly energetic. That doesn't go away.

The woman he approaches—clad in blue wrap pants, a matching wrap over a white tank top, and a sunhat—turns to get a better look, since she'd only caught him in the corner of her vision...

...before her cheeks go crimson.

W-Wait, why ain't he got on a shirt?! Why's he wearin' somethin' that lowcut?!

For a moment, Kaiba just gets a flustered stammer out of her. Then she blinks and looks away to actually process that question. It's hard to think in the face of nice muscles!

"A-Ah, if ya...need an orange...flower...Ah've got some...at my place. Ya can have one."

Her eyes flick back to him for a second, then dart over to a tree behind him.

"Uh...lemme guess...you're havin'...trouble with clothes fittin'?" Please let her clothe you, Kaiba—if not for your sake, then for hers!