🐈‍⬛Ears to survive, ears to scratch ♥️ KIMCHAY AU ✨️

Lies 🐈‍⬛🎀

"You clearly have no taste..." Kimhan spits out, trying to save himself from the corset which has been included in his clothes for the night. He is staring at his reflection in the mirror. He doesn't hate it, he looks darker than he ever did before. He has to recognise that those choices aren't that bad, but he wouldn't confess it.

"Great, I am not the one who chose this for you." Porchay rolls his eyes.

"Who did?"

"Pete did."

"Who's Pete?" Kimhan asks, on the defensive, and Porchay can feel his sudden high on suspicion behaviour, as if everyone was against him, as if no one would ever be able to have his full trust.

"Fashion adviser...he is taking care of every clothes of the one from the court who will ask him, and for me it's free"

"Because you have power over him?" Kimhan narrows his eyes, he can feel that this answer is making him feel uncomfortable, as if he wasn't expecting this from this man, as if he was already beginning to know him a small amount.

"Because I am letting him stay here, I give him food, a bed, a room, and everything he needs, for free."

Kimhan has a victorious smile, he was sure that Porchay wouldn't show him a strong side, not now and even not tomorrow.

"He surely...will be friends with Tankhun..." Kimhan whispers, suddenly feeling that he was missing the eccentricity of this man. The hybrid-cat never really liked the way his older brother was messing with everyone's life but he might feel right now that he wouldn't mind if suddenly he wanted to mess with his own. He misses him. A lot.

"You know that if you miss your family, from time to time, they can be my guest." Porchay invites him but Kimhan's eyes don't shine in happiness.

"Your guest, not this kingdom's guest. And that's not something assuring our security. So, I will not let you invite anyone in this filthy place." He argues with anger. Porchay just nods, he knows that there is nothing that he can do against Kimhan's defensive reflex for now. He doesn't even know if he can ever one day feel comfortable in this castle. "Your taste really..."

"Not mine..."

"Whatever, human." Kimhan sighs, struggling with the lace of the corset, which looked more like something that would be given to young hybrid-cats to play with.

"You're not a fan of it, but is this why you like to observe yourself in the mirror ?" Porchay asks observing him.

"That's because I am gorgeous. But that thing just makes me want to play with the tissue." Kimhan complains.

Porchay laughs lightly, his confidence is out of this usual world. But he is right, he is gorgeous, he looks really pretty with his black nails also adding a darker harmony. On the contrary, Porchay is definitely the opposite. He has his earrings, they aren't changing, never. However, his clothes are bright, a soft yellow, he looked like sunshine, or like a sunflower. There are some white highlights, but it brings above the surface his natural kindness.

"Don't play with it please...Pete will be sad."

"Why? It's just...tissue." Kimhan protests, his need to play with it growing.

"He did it for you, personally." Porchay explains and it makes Kimhan turn at him directly, surprised. "Don't react like this. I didn't want you to have to hide yourself under our own clothes, so I asked Pete to create one for you, I just know that he opened a lot of books and was helped a small amount by Gero. They understood my intention, and you still seem to like it."

"What? I don't..." Kimhan blushes a small amount, pouting. He hates the sensation of vulnerability he has now. He has trouble because he is melting at the words of someone he shouldn't trust that much. His instinct is screaming to stop getting softer in that conversation but he can't help it and the warmth on his cheeks aren't helping him to stay calm.