"I didn't want a hug. I just thought it'd be fun to jump you."

Kazuya shifted when Atsuro tugged at the cord, but didn't move to swat him away or assist him, his red eyes intent on his friend's hands. He was telling the truth - there had been a massive impulse to jump on him in the same way a dog would pounce on its friend to initiate play.

Maybe he should try to separate himself from his new demonic instincts more. It was all well and good if it was harmless shit like pouncing, but he didn't want to accidentally slip and do something bad if he got emotionally wound up enough. Like...eating Atsuro.

Nah, maybe nothing that bad, but still...