Of Pups and Snacks || Hana & Himchan
The brunet huffed impatiently, nose wrinkling in subtle distaste at the blinking red hand taunting him on the other side of the street. It felt like they were standing there for hours on end with how long the lights took to change to green, so Himchan's brisk pace to cross wasn't unwarranted. If he could, he'd probably have broken that little red hand's fingers right off—so long as the puppy—who was now rather large—didn't beat him to the punch.
Himchan rubbed behind one of Yuko's grey and white ears, cooing softly with praise at how good she was being surrounded by so many people. It might have been a weeknight but people loved late night snacks and the weather was perfect. Not hot, and not too chilly. "Time to find the queen, hm?" The artist grinned, all teeth and dimples as the pair weaved their way through the crowd and he couldn't (and didn't want to) stop the bubbling excitement from fluttering in his belly. He hadn't seen Hana in a long time and no matter how long they've been apart—be it months or hours—Himchan would always be excited to see her. Eventually the brunet stopped in front of an older antique shop and crouched down to give the pup a big loving kiss, now just waiting patiently for a part of their kingdom to be reunited.
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