(I vote my Kai be referred to as comfort Kai. Because it’s what he likes giving best, especially hugs and cheering people up as best he can. Usually. When he’s not the one causing the trouble. Also, semi along that note… okay, maybe not really, but…)
(I love this.
That is all.)
“And just how do you explained the jeans? Or polo shirt with the popped-collar? Or the little hair flip that you did?”
"Well, Kuroba-kun?”
“Well?!?!”
“…”
“I’m sor~ry, was it not as prim and perfect as you wanted, tantei-san~?”
Not going to talk about the clothes. That was for maneuverability, dealing with guys who had guns and he needed to be able to run. But he was not getting flack for that hair flip!
Imagine your icon trying to climb a tree. They trip and fall into a trashcan. They cannot get out of the trashcan. You can’t find your icon. You’ve looked everywhere. Two days later, you go to take out the garbage and find them inside of the trashcan. They have befriended a raccoon.
“That so…” His eyes flickered upwards, briefly, before slowly closing again as he let out a quiet breath, not finding it in himself to feel bothered by the fact that another version of himself – or a robot, he still wasn’t sure which yet – was currently cuddling him.
It felt nice.
“Not gon’ try t’ strangle me or anythin’, are ya…?”
A soft chuckle escaped the thief, amused that his counterpart was still thinking he intended to attack him or something. Well, if nothing else, it was a fun game of ‘oh yes, I’m definitely a robot’.
“Aww… you guessed my plan again. Whatever shall I do?”
Sarcasm? Teasing? They sounded quite a bit alike.
“…But at least this time I already have you, so you can’t stop me.~”
And at that, he did hug the other tighter, though it could hardly be called strangling, and continued grinning while continuing with the cuddles. Despite what he said, the other could escape any time, really.
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