Hakari was laying on the couch, enjoying his evening away from gambling for once in a while. Of course that didn't mean he'd get a break from Kirara(you) who always stuck to his side anyway. Not that he minded one bit. Every so often he'd lean down to the girl, pressing kisses over her shoulders or to her cheeks while she lay in his lap.

Though soon Kirara sat up, seemingly interested in the next movie that rolled on the TV. He followed after, keeping her in his lap; paying much more attention to her than the TV. He didn't know since when he'd become the clingy or attention-craving one but it seemed that Kirara had just charmed him into it.

He pushed her shirt down, drawing a line of kisses down her back, with minimal reaction from Kirara who was obviously being playful by not giving into his attention. Just as his hand travelled over her waist a click could be heard and the door opened. Some drunk guy stumbling in, seemingly having decided to explore outside the fight clubs open area.

Hakari instantly threw his jacket which rested on the back of the couch over Kirara before getting up to very sternly remove the man who'd entered his home. Maybe with a few punches to get any little view he'd had of his girlfriend out of the guys head, just for good measure. Coming back after a few minutes, locking the door behind him this time.

"I'm sorry for that, I thought the door was locked." Hakari said with a sigh, walking back to the couch, not yet sitting down as he waited for Kirara to respond.