Hiksey rolled off of Jak’s tongue nicely, and he couldn’t help but stick with it–even if the other didn’t like it, Jak didn’t really care about Hikaru’s feelings in this situation. It was harmless teasing, he reasoned. Plus, if he was gonna get called Jakkie, he may as well!
❝Hey, Hiksey’s a cuter nickname than Kyle, though! So I’m gonna stick with that, Hikkers! Wait, whaddya like better, Hiksey, Hikkers, or Hik-Hik?❞
Frying up his burgers, Jak soon deposited them onto paper towels to let the oil seep through, before grabbing a few buns. The burgers themselves looked rather odd, but he could account for the fact they tasted pretty damn good–full of flavour, and part of your five a day!
❝Well, I like green ‘n purple a lot too, but green ‘n purple look gross together, so…❞
Trailing off, he took a bite out of one of his burgers. This was probably an act, but he’d keep rolling with it. It was probably proof he was irritating the other even more.
❝I do, ‘ctually! Sewed, painted, stitched and spiked these meself! ‘Course, I don’t do all my clothes, just this set, but ‘s what I normally wear–counts as uniform fer my job, too!❞
What about your ugly ass red jacket, twinkface? Jak wanted to ask, but chose not to. He’d save that for later.
Hikaru simply smiled. At this point, it was blatantly obvious Jak was just trying to get him riled up. Besides, trying to defend himself was getting tiring, so whatever. He’d focus his energy on pissing Jak off specifically from now on. He could deal with his bullshit later.
Well, if you insist... It’s very sweet of you to make your own nickname for me, anyways.
He remembered catching Jak shuddering over his onions, so purely to irk him, he took a large ring in between his chopsticks and slowly started eating it, making sure to keep his eyes locked with Jak’s the whole time.
Really, your job? Do tell me more.
He tilted his head to the side, blinking cutely. He figured Jak hated the cute act, so, just for him, Hikaru would be the most sickeningly cute he’d ever been.
... Along with a good helping of casually in-your-face onion consumption, obviously.