The Puppy Protector

“Well, everyone makes mistakes from time to time, and if ours happened to make us look like convicted criminals, then so be it, I guess,” She hums, wiping her fingers on her already soaked shirt then patting his shoulder when they’re clean. “Plus- this is a learning experience for next time, so it’s not that much of an issue.” 

The brunette paused when he told her to sit down, surprised by the fact he was so firm on it, given that they both had caused the mess, she didn’t expect him to be so firm on him being the one to clean up the mess. Still, it was kinda sweet.

“You don’t have to, you know? I don’t mind cleaning up-” Still, he went off to do it on his own so she went to sit down and look at the meat, making sure it doesn’t bubble over or that they can add the vegetables when needed. “By the way, do you have a spare shirt? I can clean both of ours later, but I think you’ll need a replacement.” Then again, didn’t he wear one underneath like she did? 

“Eh, it’ll be their damn fault they can’t take a f---in’ joke.” Koga scoffed, shrugging his shoulders dismissively. “Damn buncha sissies that can’t stand seein’ a l’iiiil bit of blood!” Although, a frown formed on his brow as he watched Anzu add more tomato stains to her already stained shirt. That’s going to be tough to remove.

“Shaddap! I’m cleanin’; yer watchin’, now shut your damn trap!” Koga growled in response, returning with the cleaning tools, and started keeping away the already-used utensils, depositing them into the kitchen sink. Yet, even as he grumbled and growled, he was diligent in cleaning up the mess.

“Hhah...Uh, yeah,” he paused from his wiping to look at his dirty clothes, “I always bring one after practice...”

“We were supposed to be cooking. But, it looks like a murder occurred in here.”

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“The fact we’re working with meat didn’t help that any either, did it, Koga?” their fingers are coated in red sauce, which was also splattered on a couple surfaces because of the fact they added the meat to the sauce a little too quick. “...Well, that’s fine, all I gotta do it clean it up and we’ll be grand, but keep an eye on the food so it doesn’t burn, okay?”

“Tch, damn right it didn’t!” came Koga’s retort with a snort, his kitchen apron, and part of his shirt, stained and smeared with the splattered tomato sauce. To some, the rich, deep red color would look no different from blood. “F---, we should’ve lowered the f---in’ flame down before we dunked that sucker in!”

It’s too late for that now, but at least they now have the hunk of meat simmering in the sauce; they only needed to wait until it’s partly done so they can add in the rest of the vegetables.

“Do you lie like that thinking anyone will believe you or just to save facE?” Still, he moves to put on an apron himself. “I’ll help you, if only to make you quiet down a little biT. Though, I wasn’t the one yelling a moment agO.”

“Oh? Despite all claims that you’re like a wolf you’re forgetting a key fact; they’re pact animalS. So are you, you pretend like you don’t get lonely easily, righT? Anyways, what kind of shape is it you’re trying to makE?” 

“Sh-Shaddap! Who ya say was lyin’?! Nope, not me!” an indignant Koga spat out, despite the faint red appearing across his face. But, he had to admit (to himself) that he wasn’t expecting Natsume to actually come and help with the cursed chocolate-making.

Now, if only that damn red-haired weirdo would stop poking at his wolf persona...!

“Dammit, are ya tryin’ to pick a fight with me?! Hhah?? I’m a lone wolf! Period!!” he made a very smug huff to stress his point. “Doubt me any further and I’ll take ya on even with yer maggie-magic mumbo-jumbo! Then we’ll f---in’ see!!”

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Koga: “Oi, Shitty Redhead; if ya got time to comment, ya got time to make this f—in’ sweet shit for me!”

“And why should I? I don’t recall you doing anything for mE. Perhaps you’re simply desperate for company, but if so, that’s not the way to ask for it, is iT?” …He’s going to help him anyways.

“Like hell I’d do anything for you??” He would. “Yer jus’ sittin’ there yappin’! Might as well make yerself useful and all, yanno?!”