#(( bun boi is Embarrassed dfjgndfkdg ))

[not-bcring]

"Kazuichi, could you be a dear and charge my cellular device with your electrical abilities?" Asked while his eyes were trained to a pile of paperwork, the demon prince handed his phone to the bun, who was snuggled comfortably into his lap despite the various wandering eyes of passing employees at the club. //shortly after that whole kidnapping, 'oh shit I shoot lightening' fiasco 🤔 - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ʜᴇʟʟꜱ-ꜰᴠʀʏ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Kazuichi doesn't think he's ever been more comfortable— in this life or his past one —than he is whenever Gundham lets him rest upon his lap. Which has become whenever the bun demands, be it verbally or with a simple ❛ look ❜ shared between the two. One should never underestimate the power of pathetic eyes pleading from such a pink and plush sinner. Even with prying eyes all around, Kaz was relaxed enough to start nodding off. Fighting to keep his heavy eyelids from falling, for no reason other than childish stubbornness, he nearly misses Gundham’s request.

❝ Huh? Oh— Yeah, sure. ❞ He distractedly replies, shuffling off the looming sleep with a forceful shake of his head, ears flopping from the motion. Sucking in a steadying breath, he firmly holds Gundham’s phone in both hands. Gaze riveted on it as if the phone would try to leap away from his grasp, brows knit and nose scrunches as he attempts to recreate the accidental burst of electricity that had saved their asses a few days prior.

Albeit with not as much deadly force. Aiming for more of a helpful shock than a panicked bout of destruction, fur bristles with static as Kazuichi feels an odd but familiar tingling course through him. Hoping it doesn’t feel weird for Gundham, he focuses on trailing it toward his fingertips, figuring that he could ease it into the device. Watching as crackles of yellow dance vibrantly across pink fur, dappling across the phone… Satisfaction at handling his newfound power so well ( especially with how much he’s been avoiding practicing, fear of disappointing Gundham apparently far stronger than fear of the lightning lying dormant within him ) lasts only a brief breath before the phone abruptly starts sparking.

Yelping as the device erupts into a smoking, crackling mess, Kazuichi throws the phone across the room… Hard.

Quickly realizing what he just did, the bunny stiffens in his seat. Face cascading with a blush that somehow shows even on his bubblegum complexion, he glances at Gundham before hastily looking away. Mouth opens as it to spout an excuse or lash out with a retort to a comment not yet even MADE, jaw snapping shut with an audible click as Kazuichi's voice fails him. Cheeks reddening, shoulders hunch as he ironically presses himself further against Gundham's chest, trying to obscure his pout as he finally snaps, ❝ Don't say a fuckin' word. ❞ 「 ☆ 」