Whenever they held hands, she traced the calluses and scars along his fingers from countless battles and sweeps holding his sickle and swinging it around. She had a habit of moving her arms, too, swinging them back and forth, never releasing her hold. He didn't mind much, just let her do as she please because it was nice to see her happy. He laced their fingers together, giving her a faint smile. It was as much as he ever let paint across his face. She smiled back at him, her eyes bright as she ran light fingertips over his. She kept swinging her hand, purrs bubbling in her throat. He reaches his hand up, ghosting the rough pads of his fingers up the raised, light olive-gray ribbon that trails from her wrist to her elbow, winding its way around her arm. He wraps his hand around her elbow, preventing her from swinging her arm. She blinks at him in surprise, giving a sheepish smile.
"Sorry, Karkitty, was I bothering you?" She murmurs.
"Nope," he says plainly, pulling her arm slightly and pressing his lips to hers. A quick kiss, that's all they ever were. Soon enough, he's pulling away from her, his nose still touching hers. They're close enough that she can see the small, candy red specks dotting his gray eyes and yellow eyes. He gives another faint smile, kissing her nose.
"You're fucking stupid for liking me, Nep," he mumbles, smirking.
"You're stupid for- shut up," she giggles, hugging him.
"I know."
"You know," she takes his hand again, proceeding to play with his fingers.