[Sunny certainly squirmed his way out of the hug if he could! Mari meant well, but he just didn’t like physical contact all that much - especially with how muddled his current feelings for his sister actually were.

He nodded bashfully as she asked for an opinion.] G-good. [He was terrible at compliments! She would have to get a second opinion, though honestly his sister had never looked bad in something. She knew how to wear something with confidence: a skill Sunny poorly lacked too.]

The sun… it’s bright… so I… thought… [Yep, she’s going to have to infer the rest of that sentence. His mumbling just gets worse and more incomprehensible as his ears burn. Sunny was truly glad she liked it, but his stomach was certainly giving him mixed signals with the way it was churning.]