"Please don't say it like I kissed you before!" I barked out at Dearth. "And what's with this sudden obsession with kissing?!"
"It's... uh... how death gods greet each other and say goodbye now. Yeah! It's a new trend."
I know you're not a real god, Dearth.
Good grief. To each their own, I suppose.
Still, kissing is kinda... embarrassing.
And from what I've noticed, it's something humans only do with the people they're in love with.
Wait a second... does Dearth love me...?
I glanced at her.
Well, it won't hurt to ask. I guess.
"Dearth, do you... love me?"
Only after the words had left my mouth did I realize how embarrassingly awkward they sounded.
But I had to keep up appearances! I—I'm a great Dark Fenrir, after all.
Dearth's eyes widened for a heartbeat, then she slowly turned her back to me.
"You're getting full of yourself, you domesticated, vile animal."
Honestly, I expected her to say something like that. But... why does it still sting so much?