Caricaturcs

“I-I would never hurt a animal!” Even if Koga said he wasn’t the kind of person who would be able to do that, Tomoya just had to say it. He didn’t want the older to think of him as someone bad. “Animals seem to like me a lot, I don’t know why though.” Looking over at Leon he smiled, still a little nervous. Just being around Koga was enough to make him nervous. He wasn’t scared of him, just a little intimidated as he was not only pretty loud but also a great idol. Though, he didn’t seem to be rude with him and so it was a little easier. When Tomoya approached Leon carefully he smiled at him and got on his knees. He couldn’t help but feeling excited as he waited for the dog’s reaction to him. He extended his hand carefully, before he would try to pet him he wanted to give him a chance to either refuse or allow it. “I-I hope we can be friends, Leon. Oogami-senpai said it would be alright.”

“That’s the answer I wanna hear. Good. Then I’ll believe ya. Besides, Leon wouldn’t be so fond of an animal hater. He’s a good judge of character, so he’s all yours.”

              “O’course not! If we’re gonna make it a murder scene, then it doesn’ matter if s’ a wreckage, right?” Laughing, he then nodded when Koga mentioned holding off on decapitating more of them. “Oh, more injuries? Like broken legs an’ arms? Can I eat th’ arms off a couple an’ th’ legs off a couple others?” Grinning brightly, he was already grabbing the frosting to decorate a couple others before taking a leg off one and an arm off another to eat, humming happily with the taste of them.

              “Mm, which’un’s gonna be th’ murderer?” Tilting his head, he was still grinning a bit, feeling far more comfortable with this team assignment now that it seemed they found some common ground. After all, scary and cute things were Mika’s absolute favorite, and knowing he could propose “scary” ideas with cute things like gingerbread houses and men without Koga judging him… Well, he was definitely very excited about this.

“Kehehe. Glad you understood exactly what’d make this entertaining for me. There’s nothin’ like a little gingerbread bloodshed for the holiday season that gets a guy’s adrenaline going a bit. But you can have all the gingerbread ya want if it means more bodies. Some of them should be barely alive. Can’t be alive if your head’s missin’ is all. Why stop at two or three victims when you can have seven or eight tasty ones? A whole family devastated by a cereal killer.” Okay, so the pun didn’t make any sense considering they were gingerbread people, but Koga was just going to ignore this fact.

     he shook his head, another yawn passing his lips, though he managed to cover it up this time. “ m-mn. i’m just still waking up, is all.. don’t be so worried, corgi~ “ he teased, flashing a small smile towards the other.

     his eyes seemed to widen, and he seemed to fully perk up at the mention of something sweet. “ ah? really now? “ he raised an eyebrow, smirking a little bit. “ did you make it yourself? though it doesn’t really matter, i’ll still eat it anyways~ “

“Q-Quit callin’ me corgi!” Of course he knew the other wouldn’t, especially if he were to notice the slight pink tinge on his cheeks, but it was absolutely necessary to at least shout his dislike for the nickname at every opportunity.

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“Tch...” Koga stares the coat down for a long time, a slight pink tinge forming on the loud boy’s face. He wanted to yell at the older for getting him something like this, but it was perfect in every way; Koga couldn’t find a fault with it and thus couldn’t turn it away. 

It had been a couple weeks since they spoke. It wasn’t that Chiaki didn’t want to speak to Madara, however their schedules simply didn’t align too often. Truthfully, Chiaki wanted to spend some time with him, as even in their past, Chiaki had developed deep respect for the other. He too was someone that attempted to be a hero in his own right, and having treated Chiaki well, even now despite falling into separate schedules, Madara was, in Chiaki’s opinion, one of his better friends.