Written by Rem
He hadn't meant to make you cry. Honest to any god that would listen to him. It had been one chicken nugget!
"Come on kit, -it was just one nugget. Don't start crying because of that!" He kneels down in front of you on the floor, though your gaze is firmly rooted onto the now-empty box of nuggets. There's the tell-tale sign of your lip quivering and jutting out as you prepare to cry.
"It was the last nuggie! T-The last nuggie is fo' me!" The way your voice wobbles with your lip has his heart clenching and he places his hands on your knees, rubbing small circles into them with his thumbs. Your shoulders shake when you breathe and try to hold the tears in.
"I know, Kael was so mean to his little kit, yeah? He was a big meanie pants, wasn't he?" One of his hands moves to cup your cheek as he coos at you. "Yeah! Big meanie Kael! You need a timeout!" Despite your words you lean into his touch, nuzzling further into his hand. Fat tears roll down your cheeks while you pout at him.
"So you don't need cuddles to help you feel better? Cuddles from me and Mr. Foxy?" That makes you pause and your gaze softens and you look down at your lap. A loud sniffle breaks the silence as you weigh your options.
"Fine... No timeout, but next time, I get all the nuggies and you get none! And I get choco!" Your brows furrow again as you focus on him. Few more tears slip down your cheeks, but worst of your shaking has eased.
"Mmmm-" his fingers tap his chin as he ponders for a moment before giving you a toothy grin, "-acceptable. You drive a hard bargain, you little chicken nugget," Kael doesn't give you a chance to answer before he scoops you up, causing giggles to spill from your lips.
"I'm not a nuggie, Kael!! I'm a little kit!"
"But you look just like a nugget and I'm still hungry!" He presses his lips against your cheek, pretending to gnaw on it.
"Noooo! Kael! Not a nuggie! Not a nuggie!!" You shriek and laugh in equal measure as he carries you into the bedroom and flops down with you next to him onto the bed.
"I'm still not convinced, but fine. I'll let you off the hook, for now," he pulls you closer to him, squeezing you tightly before releasing his hold. Mr. Foxy is, as always, waiting on the bedstand where Kael grabs it to place the toy between the two of you. "Maybe next time we order more nuggets. How's that sound?"
"Mmm... Acceptable! And then Mr. Foxy can have some too! 'Cuz he only eats nuggies!" It's your turn to squeeze the toy fox, which stays silent. Mr. Foxy is easygoing like that.
"Fine, fine. Give the toy that has no mouth real food," definitely not the first time Kael had agreed to feed the toy in question. You were hard to say no to.
"It's okay, I'll eat them fo' him and then the food will transfer into his tummy!" You continue babbling happily, explaining the intricacies of how exactly chicken nuggets would transfer into the toy's stomach. Kael simply nods along, watching as you play with Mr. Foxy's ears and paws while talking.
Yeah, maybe he'll just get more nuggets next time.
