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"Hmm...I wonder where my beautiful, elegant," A low chuckle escapes him. "cute, fox husband is."
Kaden would accept his fate if it wasn't for the fact that Azama wouldn't stop doing this. Yes, they were married; yes Kaden enjoyed being with him and listening to his hundreds of compliments a day and how much fun they had with each other but...
There was a point when your husband forcing you to take a bath everyday was too much.
"Oh, Kaden..." Azama places a hand on his forehead dramatically, looking awfully like a mockery of their daughter. Mitama would be displeased. "What shall I do if I don't find you? Let you roam the city streets dirty and noxious, watch in agony as people fainted and fell to the ground at the smell? I just couldn't...this is an act of justice."
Kaden pouts, pushing his legs up. He didn't smell that bad, for crying out loud. This was his natural smell, his personal stink. As he questions this for a while he decides to take a sniff at his armpit, and then at his crotch.
He shakes his head rapidly. Why is it that Kaden feels so much disgust now? Is it because he has spent too much time living with humans, being married to one that he has forgotten his own stench and roots? His clan would be disappointed...
"Kadennnnnn." He wouldn't stop, would he? "It's been three days since I've let this pass, but if you continue to escape from me I won't let you stay at home."
Kaden grits his teeth, and well, he's been told before he's not the brightest person. When he shouts at him and makes his presence known Azama merely smirks.
"So!? I don't need a house to sleep in! Nor to sleep next to you every night!"
Oh, did he really just...Kaden sighs, scratching his head at his own foolishness. Azama would definitely mock him for this for years to come...
When Azama steps closer Kaden lets him, resigning himself to his cruel destiny. "Fine. I'm done running away. Do what you want."
Kaden expects one of Azama's mocking laughs, instead he receives a low, soft laugh and a towel being wrapped around his head, his ears somehow finding their way out. "I wish you wouldn't struggle, dear. It's for your own good. How else will you keep your beautiful fur clean?"
"I bathe myself! What I don't like is why you insist on splashing water over my head as if you want to drown me!"
Azama furrows his brows, placing his hands over Kaden's shoulders. "I apologize, I suppose. Maybe I have been a tad too harsh, but you have never looked as majestic as you did the first time since I bathed you."
Kaden's cheeks heat, eyes widening. "Really? Don't tell me you're playing a prank on me."
A familiar laughter escapes Azama's lips. "I thought we had gone beyond that, hadn't we?" He trails a hand lower and grabs one of his hands in his. A nail trimming would be good too...
He gives Kaden a sweet smile, trying to see if he could get through to him. "Please, let me take care of you. Sleeping without you has made bags appear under my eyes."
Kaden scoffs, looking away, clearly embarrassed. "You're so dramatic, Azama."
"And you love it, my dear." Azama finishes, going to lean down and place a kiss in Kaden's dirty cheek before-
One of their daughters appears besides them - the less likely one - out of their house still in her nightdress, orange hair disheveled and scratching her eyelids with small hands. "Fathers, are you please done playing around? I cannot concentrate with your loud chatter, as used to it as I am."
Azama laughs and greets her, encircling a hand around Kaden's waist. "Ah, my dear Mitama. Have you come to help me persuade your handsome father to come home?"
Kaden gasps when Azama's hand accidentally touches his rear, trying to escape his hold. "I see what you want now. It's because you want to sleep with me! That's all you care about!"
"What? No, Kaden- Kaden! Wait!"
Mitama sighs, turning on her heels and walking away as calmly as she could from the typical scene of her fathers, Kaden running away and Azama following after him, trying to remedy the situation.