“You know, you’re real weird.”

Kirara’s patting your hair, scratching your scalp, petting you like a damn dog. What’s even more bizarre was that you were the one who requested it. You want to be treated like this.

Kirara’s fingers halt on your scalp, her purple eyes flickering with amusement. “You know, most people get golden retrievers or German shepherds when they want a dog.” She leans on her fist and pulls her hand back, just to see you whine. And she loves it.

Because as embarrassing as it seems, she loves the freak that you are.