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"M'sorry."
Genya's not even protesting the bonk to his head, already too far gone to argue. He'd run into a demon while he'd been in the woods and the ensuing fight had been too quick to work off his excess energy. It didn't help that he'd already been in a feral state when he'd torn out the demon's throat, activating his own demon form.
Which he still bore his fangs and yellow eyes from as he curled up against Yuichirou, head tipped to tuck his face in the younger boy's hair. He wasn't about to fall asleep, though, only holding onto Yuichirou as though the Hashira was a stuffed animal.
After a few moments, he felt more relaxed and, quietly at first, began letting a low purring out as he lay there. It was rare for him to purr, something he could only do in his demon form, especially around people he wasn't close to - Yuichirou was apparently close enough to him he felt safe to give into the instinct.
