Leon's always been a playful person. Maybe it's the fox within him, or maybe he's just naturally like that, or perhaps a mix of both, but no matter the reason they all quickly discovered how mischievous he can be. He can be serious, sure, but he's constantly teasing the townsfolk—one of his favourite activities, apparently—and his favourite target for said activity is a certain bookworm.
Now, that's not to say messing with Forte or Xiao Pai isn't incredibly entertaining, but something about the way Kiel always seems so taken aback, wide-eyed and stammering, makes him a common recipient of Leon's taunts.
It's especially amusing how just the slightest action can send pink hues rushing to Kiel’s face. A twitch of his fingers, a brush of his feather fan, the tiniest smirk. Kiel always stiffens every time he sees, pointedly looking away as if it somehow changes the outcome.
"P-please," he mumbles, refusing to look into Leon's eyes.
He chuckles. "Begging already?" He turns the blond’s head back towards him with one finger under his chin, forcing him to meet his eyes. "I haven't even done anything."
Kiel makes a soft whining sound, squirming under Leon's gaze. "This isn't fair."
"You're too cute, you know?" he tells him, poking his nose before pulling his hand back. He smirks at the way his blush fires up immediately, spreading to his ears.
"No, please—why me?" He closes his eyes as Leon wriggles his fingers teasingly.
"Why not you?" Leon counters.
Kiel seems to shrink in on himself. "Th-there are other people you could mess with!"
Leon tilts his head, humming as he considers. "I suppose Dylas is more ticklish than you, which is really saying something, by the way..." He grins back down at the squirming man beneath him. "But you're already right here."
Kiel covers his face, groaning. “Just hurry up…”
Leon pokes sporadically at Kiel’s middle, making him squeak and gasp. “You’re giving me mixed signals. You want me to do it or not?”
“I doubt you’d listen either way,” Kiel grumbles.
Leon drags the feathers of his fan over Kiel’s ear, down his neck. “You think so little of me. I care about your feelings,” he says over Kiel’s giggles, and as always it’s impossible to tell if he’s joking or not.
Selphia help him, why does he always have to be the damn victim?
