You must have been very lonely to want one of us.

          “We still haven’t named her either, and I don’t want to name her something dumb and have her hate me.” With a shrug, Yua opened a box of cake mix, strawberry first and dumped it into a bowl, followed by the eggs and oil she would need to mix it. Grabbing a hand mixer, the loud humming sound filled their shared kitchen. “It smells good already.”

  “We haven’t, have we?” She was right - he’d heard her name an animal off the bat on the street once, couldn’t help being a tad concerned she would up and name the cat Mrs. Whiskers, or something of the like. “Why not a name like, Lorelai or, Clover, or, I don’t know... What do you think fits her? She always looked as sweet as a flower to me.” Shiori definitely wasn’t the best at giving himself a strong outward appearance.

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Gwyn was not used to holding hands, unless it was with Samson, so this was blowing her mind a bit. The young woman, looked down at their hands and then up at him and blushed. “They tend to do that…” Her fingers and toes get very cold sometimes and even change color, a curse.

  “Well if y’ let em freeze nob’dy can hold em. Migh’ wanna keep em safe, ‘er sumthin’.” His grip stays, the male’s cold and almost reptilian eyes concentrated on her a moment before he just turns his head with a hiss of a sound. Shit. 

           “Seems like it, better than when I have no appetite at all though and refuse to eat anything for the five days of my heat.” Smiling she pulled the strawberries and eggs out of the fridge, as well as getting everything else out of the pantry so that she could make her cookies. Gently cutting the strawberries and setting them to the side to fold in later. “Have you seen the cat? She’s been hiding from me lately.”

  “Wuz it look like i’m doin’, kid?” He didn’t drop that nickname yet. Not yet. He’s got her hand in his much larger one, bottom lip stuck out in a pout. His eyes flick up to her tiredly, 

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   “Oh~? No sharing? What are you afraid of, handsome? Cooties~?” He moves to rest his elbows more against the table just to lay his chin on his palm, smirking a smile at the other.