Kaito might be successfully playing it cool, but Kyoko wasn't having much luck. Hands gently curled into fists in her lap, she sat very straight and very still, with only the heat in her cheeks to ponder while her eyes were closed.

With the featherlight weight on her head, the slight rustle of her hair made her breath catch just slightly--she didn't know why. If someone had asked her, she wouldn't have been able to explain the tense stillness in her chest, as if she were desperately holding something in. --No, it was just anticipation, right?

There was the smallest pause after Kaito spoke again, and then her eyes fluttered open.

"...Ah? Uh?" Tentative hands went up to brush over whatever it was adorning her head. "Huh?" Wide eyes meeting Kaito's, she tried not to stammer. "... Can I... take it off, or...?"