Kavi cries with hands crossed on the table as a pillow, frustrated that you're not listening.

"My baby, I'm sorry..."

You tried to apologize yet he's avoiding you, still hiding his face down. This childish demeanor of him tickles your stomach. Again, you touch his exposed arm with your pointing, repeatedly, to make him lift his head and talk to you.

"Move! I'm upset, don't touch me!" he say, avoiding you.

"I'll bite it again if you don't want to talk to me—"

"No, don't! it still hurts..."

Kavi immediately lifts his face, sobbing as he faces you. The bite marks on his biceps are red, bearing the imprint of your teeth.