I'd forgotten about Ciel always wanting to kill Sebastian! (I.e., throwing darts at him). Writer brain awakening — is this to "test" Sebastian, to keep him sharp and astute, to show him that he isn't so malleable and susceptible to being toyed with, or is it to demonstrate the hatred for Sebastian as a demon? Both? How interesting.
Can we have Habit realizing that smooches are a platonic thing as well and that FK/Kamal are A-Okay with it
Not going back on what I said, I am going to be taking a break from writing sfm. I will however come back every now and again to work on some of the requests I have in my drafts when I feel like writing and will posts the results if I finish anything!
• While it's not an all too common form of platonic affection neither are endlessly long bear hugs, and that's never stopped Boris from giving those out freely.
• If he gets the go ahead, knowing that you're never actually going to be genuinely mad at him then there's no getting out of it. You can try to run or squirm out of his grip but your getting one right on the cheek whenever he thinks you need it or he feels the need to reinforce how much you and Kamal mean to him.
• We're talking big, wet, placing his hand on the other side of your face so you can't move away from him smooches.
• The worst part of it all is that he can hold you up off the ground to prevent escape if he decided to give you more than one.
Kamal was working in the kitchen distracted by the dishes as the sound of running and muffled yelling could be heard in the distance. It wasn't unfamiliar at this point and he could only assume you and Boris were once again getting yourselves into some kind of trouble.
After a few minutes it had already faded to the back of his mind only for the sound of his name being called making him start paying attention again. It was twice in a row, each time by a different person, one pleading and the other excited.
"Kamal!"
"Kamal~"
Not a second after he turned from his place at the sink did you come running into the kitchen, almost crashing into the table in the process.
"Woah woah, what's going on?"
"Get him away from me!"
You definitely sounded frantic but from the looks of things you didn't appear to actually be scared of anything so his initial worry wore off pretty quickly.
You were about to answer when the sound of heavy footsteps drew closer.
"There you are!" The familiar all too happy voice exclaimed.
It all happened really fast and for a split second you hesitated between turning to look behind yourself and just running again. That split second unfortunately being just enough time for a pair of large green arms to reach through the doorway of the kitchen and wrap securely around your chest from behind as the rest of Boris followed, leaping happily through after.
"Kamal, you have got to see thees!" He exclaimed, not taking the time to explain exactly what he just "had" to see.
"Nohoho! Make him put me down!" You whined as Boris held you tightly up off the ground, shaking you back and forth gently in a snuggling motion.
"Oh, don't be so embarrassed~" He cooed, lifting you up a bit higher to rub his cheek against yours.
"What am I checking out?" Kamal asked, setting his towel aside and leaning amused against the sink to better take in this situation.
"I'll show you :-)"
"No no no no no! " You cried, struggling fruitlessly through your laughter as you attempted to reached above your head and push at Boris's face as he once again leaned down.
"Mwwwaah!"
A loud smooch was placed on the right side of your face, but instead of pulling away he followed it with another and then another. "Mwwwah! Mwwwwahh!" Each more drawn out and exaggerated then the last.
Kamal couldn't help but stifle a snort as he watched you struggle under the barrage of affection.
"Don't you see?" Boris asked, lifting his head up for a moment to look at Kamal. "Their face turns pink!"
"Knock it ohohoff!" You whined again through your giggles only to be met with yet another unstopping barrage of smooches on your forehead and nose.
Kamal threw his head back in laugher, he might have felt bad for you if your predicament wasn't so adorable.
"That is really cool, bud!" He did his best to collect himself, wiping a tear of mirth from his eye and putting on a straight face as he continued with conniving interest. "Why don't you see if you can get them to turn any other colors?"
"Oooh, that ees a good idea!" Boris perked up excitedly, finally giving you a break but foreboding something somehow even shmoopier coming your way. "Let's go, Y/n!"
"What!? N-no!" Your relieved expression was short lived and it was already too late to try looking for a way out of this situation as Boris spun around happily with you still in his arms and began heading back into the living room.
"Have fun you two!"
Kamal responded to the pleading look you gave him with innocent smile and a fluttering wave before turning back to his dishes.
"That should keep them busy for the rest of the day."
the sheer idea of "do not leave glass and other similar decorations on the grave" makes my Polish brain stop functioning for a good ten minutes
but then so does the thought of spaces between graves where anything or anyone other than magpies and weeds can fit - and using machinery to dig graves other than, you know.
