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Kafka wouldn’t say he has a mean streak. He likes to tease, sure, but being mean? A bully? No, he’d never be either.
…Well, there could be exceptions.
“...ka… Kafka! You’re nom listening to me!” Renga pouts at Kafka from where they’re sitting next to each other on the floor, feet splayed out in front of them as Renga drinks some of the liquor he was gifted from today’s shoot.
“Ah, sorry Renga, I was lost in thought,” Kafka smiles, bending his leg to prop his elbow on, pressing a closed fist into his cheek. “Looking at you made me remember something.”
“Oh? Then ish okay… I guess… ‘cause I’m so nice!”
Kafka’s smile widens as he giggles. “Yea, are you?”
“Y-yea! I am! …I am, right?” And honest-to-god, Renga pleads at Kafka. His heterochromatic eyes shine wet with tears in them as he pouts, and Kafka giggles a little harder, his cheeks flushing pink.
“Yes~, of course you are, Renga. You’re very cute .”
“Kyuu…te?” Renga mutters, stumbling over the English word Kafka used. “Kyuu… like the sound rabbits make?”
Kafka hums. “Yes, exactly. Kyuu ~te.” He pokes Renga’s forehead. “But you’re not a rabbit, you know. You're a puppy. Do you know the sound puppies make?”
“Puppies? Puppies… they bark! Like… like Shumai!” Renga has long forgotten the bottle of alcohol, and Kafka gingerly puts it aside.
“Yes, like Shumai. Do you know what he sounds like?”
“Shumai sounds… uh… a-arf! Arf! Right?!” Renga’s eyes shine brighter than the ceiling lights of their shared room. “Kafka, was that it?!”
Kafka laughs close-eyed, and laughs harder when Renga starts tugging on his sleeves, begging for praise. Ah, really…
“That was a good job, Renga. What a good boy. Here, I’ll even give you a reward.” Kafka starts ruffling Renga’s hair, grinning widely as Renga leans into his touch with happy drunken noises.
“Eh~ Poor Renga. Doesn’t even know he’s being played with,” Ten says from his lone corner of the room. His dark eyes still hide too much despite the beer in his hands, to Kafka’s dismay. “Don’t mess with him too much, President.”
“Better I mess with him than someone else,” Kafka replies lightly. His attention is drawn back to Renga, who goes back to tugging on his sleeves. “Mm? Is there something wrong, Renga?”
“Yes! …No! U-um… I’m a puppy?” Renga asks this very confusedly. It makes Kafka’s heart beat wildly.
“Yes, you are. A good puppy likes pets, right?”
“Yes! So, um, keep… keep patting my head.” Renga curls up his legs and folds his arms to look like a sad, kicked puppy. His eyes, wet with drunkenness and want, combined with pouting lips simply make Kafka want to spoil him rotten.
…Maybe another time when Renga is sober though. It’s more fun to see his embarrassed expressions.
“I will~ Don’t worry, Renga. Just ask me and I’ll do it any time for you.” Kafka takes a peek at the time—10:43 PM. “But right now, it’s time to go to bed. Okay?”
Renga blinks slowly. “Uh, bed…? O-okay! Early… gotta wake up early tomorrow!” He clumsily stands up, leaning on Kafka for support. “Night T-ten. Kafka.” He tilts his head to bump it against Kafka’s. “Good ni…ght….”
“...He fell asleep standing up.” Cute.