Neght

You were in the kitchen pouring yourself some coffee and walking calmly while thinking about a few things, until Neght entered the kitchen and saw you there; he approached you, hid his face in your chest and hugged you with his arms, leaving only his nose and eyes showing, while looking at you with a pleading expression.

"A kiss, a kiss?" he asks in English, affectionately, in a high-pitched, pleading voice.

"No..." you murmured, amused by the situation.

"No kissing, kisses?" Neght asks again, clinging tighter to her body.

— No, I don't want "kiss, kiss" — you said, denying it once again.

These last words seemed to have shaken Neght, for he assumed a serious expression and suddenly turned away, crossing his arms over his chest, visibly irritated and throwing a small tantrum.

"Bitch..." he murmured softly, almost inaudibly, still frowning; you noticed a small tear escape him: he was angry and hurt.