“Hatori!” The god screamed out towards the male, before her arms wrapped around his neck. It was time the dragon got his daily snuggle, because they both need a lot of attention.

⊰ ♞ ⊱ ——

Startling him greatly, Hatori yelped back- a rather unbecoming sound coming from the boy; as he hadn’t quite hit puberty yet, the dragon’s scream was more or less more feminine than he’d like for it to be. His trembling stopped, however, as soon as he felt the toddler wrap her arms around his neck. While the gesture was sweet, he hadn’t the slightest clue why she had to screech upon her arrival, and then hug-tackle him from behind. This was a daily occurrence, and not one he was too keen on complaining about. 

After all, whether he deigned to admit it or not, snuggling with God was one of his favorite activities, as it were. He would be hard-pressed to find something more fulfilling than this.

“Aki,” Hatori grumbled, shifting her so she was perched in his lap, and not clinging onto his neck and choking him. Wrapping his arms around her, Hatori sighed. His chin moved to rest on the top of her head, his earlier anxiety melting away. 

“Aki, you scared me…” Hatori whispered, idle fingers playing with the hem of her silken yukata. “Do you remember what we talked about? Gentle, we have to be gentle, okay? …And, you should use your inside voice when we’re in here, okay? Akira’s trying to get some rest, we don’t want to disturb him. My father said he wasn’t feeling well this morning.”

Holding a finger up to his lips, he pantomimed the “shh” gesture. “Quiet cuddles, okay?”