

“Excuse you. We’re not a couple.”
[ No.

Kiriha’s travels are already labelled as a Taylor Swift song thanks to certain people. And I already have enough trouble trying to get images of Kiriha singing at karaoke out of my head thanks to a very certain someone. Any more damage than that and I’ll never be able to take him seriously ever again. ]

“Do me a favor and throw yourself in a fire pit or I’ll cut you.”
”’Favorites’?”

“What a joke. Do I look that shallow to you?”
“And you actually expect me to say yes to that?”

“You’re joking, right.”

“Apologies,” the raptor-like Digimon drawled in his low voice, “But Kiriha is quite busy at the moment and wished not to be disturbed. Nonetheless, I will relay your questions to him, or entertain them in his stead; it’s your choice.“
"Though on Kiriha’s behalf, I do believe he has a strong friendly relationship with Nene, as he does with Taiki and the others.”
“I stopped caring when the count got past the double digits once.”

“You’re joking, right. Do you take me for some kind of lovestruck idiot?”

“Try again when you’ve got less immature questions to ask me.”
“…….”

He pretty much gave up trying to argue anymore. His point obviously isn’t going to get across, and he had a feeling it was just a waste of his breath trying to pick an argument over some trifling words. At least now he felt more composed. He won’t allow himself to get flustered all over again, no.
“…Tch. Say what you want, do I look like I give a rat’s ass anymore.”

“Four pig-headed idiot older brothers of mine who think they can get away with anything they please just because they think they’ve got all the power, money and influence they could use to bullshit their way through their problems.”
He looked up with a deadpan expression.
“…What else is there to say about them.”
Kiriha nearly choked on his own spit at that out of surprise.
But just as suddenly as he was thrown off, his startled look was quickly replaced by an indignant expression.

“…What?” He barked out, just barely restraining his irritation. Though for some reason a part of him was actually hurt by the hypothetical question, but he dared not to show any signs of it.
“Look, didn’t you get it the first time? I am tired of you asking these things about Nene. Leave her out of this, and whatever goes on between us is none of your fucking business. So quit pulling these stupid ‘what if’s out of your ass, it’s annoying as hell.”
“Now get out of my sight.”
“Tch,” he scoffed, clearly irked at the mere thought of being called ‘cute’. “What are you talking about? I am being honest.”

“…You’re implying something here, aren’t you.”
“Wha—…?”
His fluster quickly morphed into a scowling look, and, letting out a ‘tch’, he indignantly turned away. “The hell, you don’t even realize what you’re saying, do you? A couple of all things…”

“And I wasn’t just spouting shallow flattery; I was stating the truth. And I meant every word I said.”
“Me, blushing?” He scoffed. “Hah. Ridiculous. No one’s that delusional.”

“You’re getting the wrong idea. And so what if I like her? She’s a close friend to me; of course I’d like her. As a friend. I don’t see how that’s such a big deal.”
“Besides, what’s not to like about her? She’s a strong and capable woman. She works hard, she’s persistent and no matter how hard she falls, she’ll still get up and keep going… Some times quicker than others. And if she doesn’t, I’ll be there to pull her back up whether she likes it or not. Tears don’t suit a lady like her at all.”

“…She’s… important to me.”

“…Who?”
[ ooc;

I’m a Gintama fan, yeah, but I honestly never knew who “Tsukuo” was until now; I’m assuming he’s a genderbend of Tsukuyo? If that’s what you meant, then I guess he does resemble him a little… ]