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Though he and most of their friends would describe Tokito as a cat, Tokito was actually rather ungraceful as compared to one. He was loud and noisy and over enthusiastic, always chattering excitedly about one thing or another. Kubota never minded it though, it kind of gave the apartment more life like that.
Unlike a cat who slept peacefully at night (or not at all), Tokito tossed and turned and snored rather loudly. Sometimes Kubota would get a kick to the knee or a slap to the face, generally getting himself hurt at night. He didn’t mind.
Tokito is actually sensitive, though most people wouldn’t say that about him, he is. He doesn’t like it when he accidentally hurts anyone, he doesn’t like it when he accidentally scares animals or little children when he shouts. He wishes that he could be different, or rather, that he could be normal, but the fact that his hand is in the shape that it currently is, he can’t really do anything about it just yet.
Kubota is determined to find out more about [W.A.], if it means that it will help Tokito somehow.
He’s a light sleeper, that much is true. He’s been that way for as long as he could remember. At first he thought that it might have been insomnia or something of the likes, but no, he just can’t sleep if it’s too noisy or if it’s too bright. Back before he met Tokito, he didn’t really get that much sleep.
Tokito to him was like a teddy bear or, dare he even say it, a security blanket that helped him get through the night. It was not as if he was scared of anything, of course not, he just felt at ease with Tokito’s body weight against him, his body heat pressed against his side and keeping him warm. He slept better with him by his side, despite how importunate he can be when he sleeps.
Tokito jolts awake, breathing heavily after a dream he’d rather not remember. His hand aches and his head throbs and he takes in a sharp breath of air.
“Are you alright, Tokito?” Kubota asks quietly after Tokito catches his breath.
“Nn. Just a dream,” Tokito replies just as silently. “Didn’t like it.”
Tokito feels a hand wrap around his gloved one and he cannot help it when he jerks away. “D-don’t!”
“It’s alright, Tokito,” Kubota insists quietly as he sits up in the dark. “Hold my hand.”
Tokito relents, letting his hand rest in Kubota’s. “Sorry.”
“It’s alright.”