003. like a cat

[hanabee]

[Rinne had mentioned once that Takasugi was prone to falling asleep on the couch, and ever since, Niki's made it a point to take a peek into the living room every time he passes by. There isn't always an opportunity to stop, of course—if he's on his way out to work, or in the middle of cleaning, he usually wouldn't bother him, letting him rest while he goes about his business. He certainly doesn't have a problem with him being there. It's just... there's something that's been on his mind for a while...

"Shinsaku looks like a cat," Rinne had explained to him. "But he's more like a dog, you know? So when you see him chillin', don't be shy."

Today, Niki's just come back from his shift, so right now, he has time. That means when he catches sight of Takasugi seemingly asleep on the couch, Niki quietly sneaks over to get a closer look.]

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[takasugi]

( oh, it's the complete opposite of hate. in fact, takasugi's face scrunches up with an almost indescribable emotion.

the gentle pressure of fingertips on the delicate skin of his ears makes him twitch. it's an unusual sensation, teetering between sleep and waking, where a strange warmth pools all the way down to sink deep into his muscles. he tightens his throat, holding back the barest sound that's trying to escape. trying being the key word here, sharp canines shuddering against his bottom lip like he's about to bite right through it. they are soft, of course, the red fur that nary a single soul is ever given the consent to touch striking plush with every stroke, and if he were awake, takasugi would have surely swatted niki's hand away. )

Wait, ... not so hard, Amagh—

( mumbling, as if that scenario would actually come to pass. his open hand pushes forward to grasp at his assailant's wrist, and then— )