Kaiya smirked. "You think that's enough? Jin here—" she turned, cupping Jin's cheeks and squishing them, "—doesn't just take care of me. He spoils me. He makes me feel like the most special person in the world. And he's obsessed with me."
Aira gasped, her tail swishing. "Master is obsessed with me too! He's always making sure I'm happy, and he worries so much!"
Kaiya scoffed. "Yeah, but does he stare at you every time you change clothes?"
Jin paled. "KAIYA."
Aira's ears twitched in thought. "Master doesn't do that."
Kaiya smirked in victory, but Aira wasn't done.
"But Master bathes me sometimes!" Aira declared, pointing at Kaiya.
Kaiya's smugness vanished. "Wait, WHAT?!"
Yoru nearly died on the spot. "AIRA—STOP SAYING STRANGE THINGS."
Aira tilted her head. "But it's true. When I'm too sleepy, Master helps wash my hair."
Kaiya's jaw dropped. "JIN NEVER WASHES MY HAIR!"
Jin, now utterly lost in this bizarre conversation, slowly raised a hand. "I—uh—would if you asked?"
