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holding his hand and rubbing the pads of your fingers against his scars, giant and minuscule!!!!
massaging his scalp to make him sleep, because look at him… bitch looks so sleep deprived oh my fucking god
cheering him on as he trains <3333 OR OR forcing him to break the gourds with his breathing for your entertainment (IT JUST SEEMS SO FUNNY TO WATCH, ESPECIALLY HIM?)
late nights drinking tea and reading books with him ?? yes??? ARE WE KIDDINGGG
it’d be so cute i can’t breathe rn, sobbing and shitting
I JUST LOVE HIM
"Gimme a break! Queers never die!"
A tribute for Bon Clay just in time for Pride Month <3
kita and his baby girl who brings him all the frogs she catches in the paddies. she scoops them up with her bare hands and cups them between her little palms. the frog belts out a worried note and makes a bid for freedom; she shuts her hands around it.
"gentle," kita reminds her, closing his big hands around hers so he can loosen her grip a bit. "like with the ducks, remember?"
her brow furrows, her dark eyebrows pinching together. "gentle," she repeats.
"s'right, baby. we're gentle with animals."
"and people!"
kita nods. "and people too."
"no biting."
he coughs out a laugh, glad you're not here to see the way her smile widens. "no biting," he agrees. "and no frogs in the house. c'mon, it's time to let frog-san go."
"but i wanna keep 'im."
"but then you can't catch 'im again."
she pauses, considering. she raises her hands to peek between them; the frog ribbits sadly. "bye frog-san."
kita helps her return the frog to the paddy gently. it hops away quickly, disappearing into the murky water.
"what're we gonna do when we get home?" he asks.
"wash our paws!"
"s'right," he says. she reaches for him and he scoops her up, settling her onto his hip as he starts to walk back to his old truck. "and then what?"
"dinner! so we can get big and strong an' catch more frogs!"
a smile unfurls on kita's lips. "so we can catch more frogs," he agrees. "as many as you want."
she squints up at him. "promise?"
"yeah, baby," he says, pressing a kiss to her hair, as gray as the moon. "i promise."