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@mechatiqe cont. from (X)

He may have dropped the voice (for the moment, at least), but now Kazuichi had to deal with a deep chested chuckle through that smirk that grew with each passing second. "I don't believe I insisted, simply offered, my dear." The pet name was spoken in that same faux flirtation as before, Gundham scooping up his helmet and passing it to the mechanic with a wink.

"What is it you remind me of...Ah! A cat! A scruffy little street kitten who protests against just as much as they enjoy any attention they are given." He half expected his helmet to be pegged back at him, but still he teased on, just to see how red he could get Kazuichi's face. Was it a bit cruel to poke and prode at someone so clearly out of tune with themselves, so to speak? Absolutely, but maybe it would help get Kaz's head out of his ass and at least admitt to the obivous. Gundham would bet his bike that it would help more than hinder in the long run. Hiding like this, in every moment of every day, it was soul draining, something he wouldn't wish on even his worst of enemies. Even the rival biker gang members who wanted his head still were given the respect of correct pronouns from him. He was a delinquent, not an asshole.

Well...not that kind of asshole, at least.

"Yes, I believe that name suits you rather well. Come along then, kitten. I vow to drive in a manner fit for your...delicate sensibilities." Liar....sort of. He'd fool around some, but nothing that would truly hurt or upset the man.