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Ever since she first laid her eyes on her, Kanade has always thought that Honami looks like a sad lost puppy. Ever since she first laid her eyes on her too, Kanade has always wanted to comfort her.
How does one comfort a sad lost puppy? Does patting her head work?
Kanade remembers she kept pondering the same question as they were so tense and awkward around each other. She was so cold towards Honami. She never meant to. And she's glad she went against her nature and tugged on Honami's sleeve and gave her several head pats that day.
Honami cried. Bawling even.
Kanade remembers with each passing day, as they grew warmer and closer, Honami's reactions towards her head pats changed too. Slowly, she tensed less at the gesture. Slowly, she opened up and accepted the gesture and started holding it dear and personal.
Honami smiled.
Remembering that always brings a smile to Kanade's face.
Honami looks at her curiously as she picks up Kanade's now empty bowl.
Kanade throws her a smile, and as she leaves her seat, she reaches up for Honami's head and gives it several pats.
Honami puts down the empty bowl back to the dining table.
Seeing the response, Kanade closes in and reaches up with her other arm, now doubling the love she's showering Honami with. And how her hands now move down cupping Honami's cheeks. They are as soft and squishy as always. Adorable. She can't help but keep caressing those cheeks.
And Honami grips those tiny hands with hers, and she gives Kanade one look. Asking for her permission.
And when Kanade complies, Honami smiles and kisses those tiny palms as many times as she wants.
And the impatient Kanade jumps in and retaliates by planting just as many kisses all over Honami's face. Her forehead. Her nose. Her cheeks. Her chin.
Her puppy.
Gleeful giggles fill the small kitchen that is illuminated by sunset glow and their love.