Written by Rem
"...What are you doing?" Kael's eyes are squinted, brows furrowed and his look can only be described as 'incredibly confused by human behaviour'. He had made the mistake of of wearing a sleeveless shirt today. Fashionable, yet dangerous since it left his arms open for attacks.
"Tahting youh," rather than letting go, you continue to gnaw on his arm which makes talking very hard. For a moment the only sound in the living room is whatever cartoon is playing on the TV.
"Uhuh. Yes, that is normal behaviour I'm sure. I would still like to know why?" Finally he starts to move his arm, and for a moment you follow before deciding to let go. There are teeth marks on his skin, proof of your baby crimes against his otherwise flawless appearance.
"I was taste testing you! Mr. Fox said you'd taste like gummies! I told him 'nuhuh that's not a thing!' But then I needed to make sure, because what if you do taste like gummies!" while you explain your thought process, or what Kael is sure is the lack of it, his look of confusion only deepens. It doesn't take long for it to crack as his lips twitch and he lets out a quiet snort.
"You're impossible. Next time don't listen to toys or I'm eating him," his hands are warm when he cups your cheeks and squishes them together, making talking almost impossible.
"Buh Khael," whatever protest you had is silenced by him squishing your cheeks further, manicured nails digging slightly into your skin.
"No ifs, ands or buts. Now focus back on your cartoon. I think the dog is sick and dying," this grabs your attention and you wiggle out of his grip to settle down next to him. Worry for Chip's health overriding any interest in Kael's taste. Meanwhile the spirit in question wipes his arm on the back of the couch, getting rid of the last of your drool.
This is what he gets for not eating you when he had the chance. Now he's being gnawed on and he has to watch cartoons about talking dogs while toying with a strand of your hair absentmindedly. His lip twitches again and something warm blooms in his chest. Truly, you were a pain in his ass at worst, but he had gotten used to it.
He pulls you closer against him, using your head as a pillow and ignoring whatever protests you might have. This would last forever, he'd make sure of it. Him and his kit until the end of time.
