[ Kuroo should, maybe, care a little bit about what's going on in the kingdom. He should, probably, care about his court. But these strangers are not his kingdom, they aren't his court, they aren't his home. His home is with a boy who dyed his hair so that he wouldn't stand out quite so much - no one understood the logic, but Kuroo did, he understood what he was trying to do - and who buried his nose in his video games. Who became Kuroo's whole world. So, in return, he tried to protect him from the outside world.
(This did lead to Kuroo getting in trouble, more than once, because he was more than willing to defend Kenma with his claws and teeth while he had them. But it was fine, this was how they had made the friends that they did.)
And it's, truthfully, why he leaves and seeks him out. He could use this ability to shift forms to his advantage, use it to help his kingdom, but... well, again. His kingdom is in Kenma.
When he keeps walking, Kuroo meows again, deep and almost in a purr, calling after him before he trots along the wall to follow. He doesn't just stroll, though, not in that liquid movement that he had grown into over the years as a cat. Instead, he bounds along, great leaps and jumps until he hops off the wall smack in front of him, golden eyes bright and smug but maybe a little sad underneath it all.
But rather than linger on that, he winds through Kenma's legs, rubbing his head up against his shin and calf as he circles around and around, and - there, his fur fluffs up on the one side of his head, the familiar swoop of bedhead that he's never been able to get rid of. ]
[ the first thing kenma feels is a tinge of bitterness, something not nice buried deep in his chest--is he going to feel like this about cats for the rest of his life? all he can think of is kuro, stupid kuro who knew his moods and his issues, who provided calm and peace when nothing else did. stupid kuro who turned out to be kuroo, the prince who had the same damn air to him. kenma found the conversation between them just as comfortable as he had the cat sleeping at the foot of his bed every day, and he'd been--confused. confused, annoyed... hurt, even, somewhere deep in him.
he almost trips as the cat winds through his legs; it's only the time he did have with kuro that keeps him from falling flat on his face, and kenma hurriedly holds his phone up over his head to keep from dropping it. automatically, he says, ] Kuro, stop--
[ and then he pauses.
now that the cat's moved around a little, he sees it; the cowlick. as a prince, kuroo had had the same ridiculous bedhead that he had as a cat, sticking up all over the place and falling over his eyes like it refused to move. it's unmistakable, and kenma's left staring down with golden eyes still wide, a brief moment of perfect realization playing across his face before he steps back, enough to get kuro out of his feet. ]
...Kuro. [ he says, softly, and there's this seizing up in his chest that he thinks must be happiness, unbridled warmth and excitement that feels like a tide falling through him. he tries to sound a little put off, but he ends up dropping down to his knees anyway, iphone tucked back into his pocket as he examines the cat he thought was lost after all. he's not even sure what to say--there are too many things in his head all at once--and kenma bites his lip, mumbling: ] What are you doing here?
[ Kuroo steps easily through Kenma's legs, weaving with all the practice of ten years under his furry belt. Though he knows he'll probably get reprimanded by quite a few people for just suddenly dropping in on Kenma, it's not like he could've stayed away, especially since Kenma was just... expected to go back to his regular life. But that isn't right, and it's not fair. Not when he'd gone to school with him for years, had seen how difficult it could be for him. And suddenly, Kuroo was gone, and his security blanket was gone.
And so was Kuroo's.
As realization seems to sink in, and Kenma steps back, the cat-shaped prince steps deftly off his shoes, staring up at him with obviously pleasure. The purr gives him away, loud and practically vibrating through him, happiness blatant. And he can see it in Kenma, too, especially since he puts away his phone and comes down to his level.
With no hesitation, he steps forward and into his space, going onto his haunches and reaching up to take Kenma's face with his forelegs, nuzzling at him. It's the easiest way he can say I'm here for you, obviously, without transforming smack in the middle of the sidewalk. He's not too sure if he'd retain the clothes he shifted with initially, and anyways, for as common as magic is... well, a random prince in the middle of the street? Not the smartest idea. ]
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(This did lead to Kuroo getting in trouble, more than once, because he was more than willing to defend Kenma with his claws and teeth while he had them. But it was fine, this was how they had made the friends that they did.)
And it's, truthfully, why he leaves and seeks him out. He could use this ability to shift forms to his advantage, use it to help his kingdom, but... well, again. His kingdom is in Kenma.
When he keeps walking, Kuroo meows again, deep and almost in a purr, calling after him before he trots along the wall to follow. He doesn't just stroll, though, not in that liquid movement that he had grown into over the years as a cat. Instead, he bounds along, great leaps and jumps until he hops off the wall smack in front of him, golden eyes bright and smug but maybe a little sad underneath it all.
But rather than linger on that, he winds through Kenma's legs, rubbing his head up against his shin and calf as he circles around and around, and - there, his fur fluffs up on the one side of his head, the familiar swoop of bedhead that he's never been able to get rid of. ]
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[ the first thing kenma feels is a tinge of bitterness, something not nice buried deep in his chest--is he going to feel like this about cats for the rest of his life? all he can think of is kuro, stupid kuro who knew his moods and his issues, who provided calm and peace when nothing else did. stupid kuro who turned out to be kuroo, the prince who had the same damn air to him. kenma found the conversation between them just as comfortable as he had the cat sleeping at the foot of his bed every day, and he'd been--confused. confused, annoyed... hurt, even, somewhere deep in him.
he almost trips as the cat winds through his legs; it's only the time he did have with kuro that keeps him from falling flat on his face, and kenma hurriedly holds his phone up over his head to keep from dropping it. automatically, he says, ] Kuro, stop--
[ and then he pauses.
now that the cat's moved around a little, he sees it; the cowlick. as a prince, kuroo had had the same ridiculous bedhead that he had as a cat, sticking up all over the place and falling over his eyes like it refused to move. it's unmistakable, and kenma's left staring down with golden eyes still wide, a brief moment of perfect realization playing across his face before he steps back, enough to get kuro out of his feet. ]
...Kuro. [ he says, softly, and there's this seizing up in his chest that he thinks must be happiness, unbridled warmth and excitement that feels like a tide falling through him. he tries to sound a little put off, but he ends up dropping down to his knees anyway, iphone tucked back into his pocket as he examines the cat he thought was lost after all. he's not even sure what to say--there are too many things in his head all at once--and kenma bites his lip, mumbling: ] What are you doing here?
weeps
And so was Kuroo's.
As realization seems to sink in, and Kenma steps back, the cat-shaped prince steps deftly off his shoes, staring up at him with obviously pleasure. The purr gives him away, loud and practically vibrating through him, happiness blatant. And he can see it in Kenma, too, especially since he puts away his phone and comes down to his level.
With no hesitation, he steps forward and into his space, going onto his haunches and reaching up to take Kenma's face with his forelegs, nuzzling at him. It's the easiest way he can say I'm here for you, obviously, without transforming smack in the middle of the sidewalk. He's not too sure if he'd retain the clothes he shifted with initially, and anyways, for as common as magic is... well, a random prince in the middle of the street? Not the smartest idea. ]