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For a former infamous assassin, Tōji’s laughs and kind-of-dismissive words quickly died when he turned around and could see this cute little thing behind his boy. Same age but so different. While Tōji and his pups’ ears were triangular in shape and, as wolves, their ears were always standing up and constantly aware of their surroundings, the little thing’s ears were harmless pink, and despite the fact that the shape and size were larger, they looked too fluffy and floppy, both of them folded over his head while the small shoulders were shaking.
Ah, a rabbit kit, probably seeing for the first time a dangerous wolf as big as Tōji. (He wasn’t that dangerous anymore, it was worth clarifying).
You see, moving to the countryside was supposedly to avoid this kind of bothersome stuff.
“Oh?”
“I told you! I hunted him!”
Yeah, Tōji remembered, just a few minutes before, thinking that it had been an insect and therefore laughing at his son because insects were usually inedible. The thing was that hunting practices were now part of the old times as it, collectively, remained prohibited nowadays—if Tōji killed others a few years before, well, it was mostly for money and to prove to others how strong he was, not for food. In fact, even if his favorite food was meat, his source was the fridge, not from little things probably tasting unsavory.
Looking at the sky as a way to find unknown answers—being a dad is kind of difficult, especially when one of his pups was always doing things in his own way and seemingly only respecting his Nee-chan—Tōji stuck his pinky finger into one of his ears before saying, “Get him back. Pinky must have someone looking for him.”
When Tōji gazed down at his son again—only because the little punk didn’t reply immediately—Tōji lifted an eyebrow, seeing with clarity how Megumi’s hand reached to hold the other’s wrist, the most intense and warning expression on his childish eyes sending daggers to the tall wolf.
Tōji smirked, expression big and full of himself, too aware of how much it irked his boy.
“We don’t hunt, silly. Send him back… Don't wanna get into trouble.”
“Oh—!” Tōji heard the other boy suddenly chirping, blinking and lastly brushing his initial fear off, finally stepping forward to place himself beside Megumi and about to bow in courtesy, but before any word left his mouth, Megumi did this unripe—the cutest—growl towards Tōji.
“You’re funny,” Megumi only addressed those words to his dad before turning his head to the rabbit kit, expression suddenly more softened. “Let’s go, Yūji-chan.”
Tōji saw both kids going inside his home, Megumi dragging the rabbit kit behind him to probably find Tsumiki and show her his ‘hunting’. Ah, well, maybe ‘hunt’ meant ‘playing’ for kids nowadays? Or maybe Megumi was referring to ‘treasure hunting’ with those golden eyes of the rabbit kit. Like, weren’t his pups watching a TV show like that the other day?
Whatever, despite the irremediable and eternal frown on Megumi, his boy was good, now, apparently, with a new (first) friend. (Probably someone who would be added to Megumi’s new very short list of people worthy of respect.)