“Please, do not encourage him, Dokuro-san.”“See Byakuran-san. There he is” pushes in Shouichi’s direction before she shrugged at the red head. Chrome was all about self-preservation, so he picked the wrong time to come around.
“My, my, so energetic about this, Dokuro-San.” Byakuran simpered, albeit he casually slid an arm around the red-head’s waist. “You should know that Shou-Chan is highly against public displays of affection.” He tipped Shouichi’s chin up with the tip of his index finger as he leaned in dangerously close; capturing the subordinate’s lips in a kiss and pulling away almost as quick as lightening. “See? He gets all red.” His grip tightened on Shouichi considerably.
“B-byakuran-san!” Shouichi objected as his face did, in fact, grow a dark shade of red. “And I’m highly against all of these kinds of displays of affection from you!” he remembered to point out rather hastily.
“Look what you did, Dokuro-San, you made him all shy.” Byakuran’s lip jutted out as he feigned a pout, inevitably rubbing his cheek against red tresses. “Apologize,” The deity ordered, giving another peck to Shouichi on the head. “On your knee’s and apologize.” He reiterated, raising his eyebrows expectantly at the much younger female.
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