You Make Me Wanna Fly

Kuroo wasn't sure if he was supposed to laugh or be disappointed. The sight of Sverre's denim-colored body now fully enveloped in the muck was quite hilarious, but it was obvious that Sverre was drunk. Having never had a sip of alcohol before Kuroo wasn't sure what the effects were or how he would even react as such. So maybe he shouldn't be judging the boy that he had felt his heart flutter for previously. Even as Sverre drug out his name and rolled around more into a fit of laughter, Kuroo glanced at the companions. Not that they would be much help.

Sighing, Kuroo stepped forward to see if he could help Sverre get up at least. When he went to raise a paw to offer it to Sverre, the other man inquired about a hero's kiss. Both eyes widened as his ears pressed forward. A kiss? That was something Kuroo had never shared with anyone else before. He couldn't just go out giving kisses to any boy that showed him attention, right? Wasn't that what Sayuri had said? That he should wait until he knows who the right one was? Hesitating, he took a few steps closer until he was nearly over top Sverre.

"You have some mud in your teeth, hero," Kuroo replied back with a small smile as he glanced down at the drunk Sverre. "Your kiss will have to wait for another time," when that time was, Kuroo didn't know, but it would work for now. Stepping back to give Sverre some space and be near the warm fire, he sat down and wrapped his tail around his haunches. Now to see what the response would be to that...

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