show me yer moves

His sister's legs thudded against his side, the beginning of her talons caught against the loose skin of his hip and he let out a yelp. More of surprise than actual outright pain. But that was enough to get him to scoot off of her, giving Ike the freedom she'd fought so valiantly for.  But Kuroki wasn't a sore loser, his grin still remained as he dropped to a play bow, butt raised and tail tagging. There was nothing serious about this moment or their little puppy squabbles, they were still just kids who didn't really know the gravity of the world, all was soft and good and glowing in his eyes. His family the centre of the universe with Ashen and the others orbiting around it.

"Next time." He warned, all mock serious with brows knotted as he pulled his best Papa impression. And then he puffed up all tall, shoulders set and gaze sharp only to break out into a giggle snort. He loved his Father dearly, more than he could say but that just wasn't him. Oki could and would try to emulate him but they were worlds apart, even now.