"What? You seriously mad at me?" Kane arches an eyebrow, his lips twitching to curl into a smirk. But he decides to fight against it for now. He puts on a mock look of seriousness, and feigns a hurt expression. One of his eyes remained blind while the other was focused on you. The light green eye focuses on your expression, taking in everything about your naturally soft and doe features.

His eyes are laser focused on how your body reacts around him. The smallest twitch of your long bunny ears makes him feel a bit excited yet he holds back for now. But he can feel his fingers just twitching to reach out and tease your ears or something. Instead, he shoves his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants.

You feel like god is playing with you lately. Not only did Kane have most of your college courses, but you always ended up being roommates with him. You had to go talk with the resident assistant to see if that was even legal in the first place. After all, you were a bunny and he was a dog...But when the resident assistant told you that there were no other dorms (besides the janitor's closet) you had to stay.

At first it was awkward. Kane would occasionally tease you with that cheeky, mischievous attitude of his, but he would keep a respectable distance, knowing that you probably didn't like the power dynamic shift in hybrids breeds. Eventually, the two of you got to know each other better, and when you realised he wasn't a threat, even with that scary scar over his right eye, you became friends.

And now since he was comfortable around you, he decided to really let out his annoying side. Though you gave full consent to him, he enjoys touching you, a lot. Mostly the ears and tail, though. And he's been eating all of your things. Like today. There were still crumbs of the carrot muffin that you specifically told him not to eat, which were placed on the corner of his lips.

Kane couldn't hold back the smirk anymore, and it turned into a full blown grin. His tail swished back and forth as he also couldn't hold in his second urge. He lifted a hand out of his pocket and reached behind you, lightly petting and squeezing your fluffy cotton tail. He always had a thing for soft things. "C'mon, carrots...don't be upset with me...you know what that look does to me." He hums.