#blyoeu

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☆ • ★ • IT’S A QUESTION he doesn’t have an answer for, not right away at least, and Hun takes a moment to scratch at his cheek as he gives it some thought. Kabocha, the one who’s being introduced, is a ball of affection and docility, so he has no doubt that everything would go well on her end. However, he isn’t too sure that the same could be said about Blyoeu’s pets. Tulipa and Lilium are territorial, and while this isn’t their own home they would still act out their flight-or-fight instincts should they feel challenged or in danger. 

Uncertainty is written on his features, but he still manages a reassuring smile as he turns to look at Blyoeu, still standing next to the bedroom door where Kabocha waits on the other side, quietly pawing at the door in her desire to join the rest of them. “One at a time might be for the best? Though, ah, would Tulipa and Lilium be more comfortable if they stay together? If we put the both in there at the same time then we need to be careful they don’t gang up on my princess.” 

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☆ • ★ • LAUGHTER SPILLS FROM his parted lips in response, teeth flashing in his widely split grin, and while he nods his head in agreement to Blyoeu’s warning, Hun doesn’t abide by it. Holding up the feather toy even higher, he watches with an abundance of fondness warming his chest as the kittens, all three of them, jump and paw at the air in their attempts at capturing their prey. “But they’re all so cute, look at them, wah~” 

It really feels impossible to stop teasing them, even when Lilium mews at him, even when Kabocha gives him her patented kitten-eyes, even when Tulipa lashes her tail back and forth as if ready to pounce. And ready she is — he isn’t prepared for it, so when she jumps forward and nips at his toes Hun all but shrieks and tumbles down onto the floor.

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☆ • ★ •PEEKING INTO THE kitchen and finding his lost phone resting on the counter, he regards the note with curiosity even before he’s within reach, wondering what it could possibly be. He isn’t surprised over who it’s from, not with the convenient colour-designation, and Hun can’t help the scoff and laughter that spills from him silently after he’s read his supposed threat.

So is this what that had been about?

Wandering to his bedroom, he stops outside of his own closet, one brow lifting and hiding beneath his bangs as a smile quirks at the corners of his lips. He’d heard noises coming from within it earlier, but because he’d been too busy watching a recording of an interview he’d done he’d disregarded it and thought that Kabocha was simply having fun on her own doing whatever kittens do. Now, he knows better.

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☆ • ★ • HUN’S IMMEDIATE RESPONSE is to wrinkle up his nose, a clear sign of disgust though not a considerably terrible one. It’s mild, not to mention understandable, and the hesitance in his answer is telltale of the face that, while he wouldn’t necessarily mind, it isn’t as if the job is something he’d particularly enjoy doing. “I… I guess not.”

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☆ • ★ • "KABOCHA,” HE CORRECTS gently, an amused smile curving the corners of his lips upwards. He can’t find it in himself to be even the slightest bit annoyed nor exasperated that his twin tends to mispronounce her name, after all how many instances had he made mistakes with Blyoeu’s language? Something as small as this is almost… cute. Endearing. Especially when the context has his heart feeling fond even though he can’t help the slight jealousy that he knows the other had been fishing for.

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☆ • ★ • WITH HIS BACK leaning against the cupboards and his behind seated on the cold tile of his kitchen floor, Hun rolls his eyes and tries his best to stifle a smile before it can appear on his lips. “They should be done in a few more minutes! You’ve asked me this at least five times already. You read the package didn’t you?”

The resulting silence that his question is responded to with has him freezing.

“… Don’t tell me you were just staring at the picture of the cookies and told me a time you made-up.”

And then the look of disdain, and, more importantly, guilt, is all that Hun needs to see. (After all, when you’ve known each other for several lifetimes, you begin to know your partner better than most would even think possible). Regardless, the sudden smell of something burning is more than enough to make him panic and scramble for the oven gloves to rescue their dessert.

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☆ • ★ •EVEN IF THE words aren’t meant to be making fun of him, he takes it as such, takes it to heart, though not as dearly as it might seem with the exasperated expression he turns to face Blyoeu with. “Don’t make it seem like I’m overreacting! It’s a completely natural human response!” He gestures wildly before throwing his hands up in the air, complaining, “Normal people are afraid of spiders! Especially giant ones!”