If you love me let me go Cause these words are knives that often leave scars

Hanako throwing a tantrum wasn't unheard of nor unexpected, though it wasn't for the reason Sparrow had thought. She honestly stammered for a second. "Wait- you?" left Sparrow lips before she stopped again. "Yes, Hanako, I love you, and in some attempt to accept that you don't love me- never will- I maybe found comfort in Recluse's den." It was bad attention, but it was attention. It meant Hanako didn't want her sleeping with other people.

Now it was Hanako's turn to stammer ."Would you rather me find my comfort with you-" Sparrow began, but Hanako snapped at her muzzle with a loud hollow reverberation that only a good muzzle chomp could do. It hurt, but more than that, it was contact and it lit Sparrow up. She always liked fights, loved the rush, and this was almost cathartic. She should have been mad, she should have, but she wanted more. Any attention was attention, and any contact was contact. Her eyes burned with the tears from her snoot getting bonked, but damn if it didn't feel good.

Without thinking, she kicked the door shut with her back leg. "That's not how you kiss a lady," was all she said, more breathy than she meant before she moved to push into Hanako with an actual, real life kiss, not unlike the one she gave Azure that one time- dry, rougher than any kiss should be, and filled with everything a kiss shouldn't hold, but she went for it anyway.

Any attention, she told herself, any moment, she said, was precious.