“Mn. And I thought you’d say something like my standards are different.” Hiei… well. He often showed up to what was now their space caked in mud, dirt, blood and whatever else, often catching the fox’s ire for it. Or at the very least his insistence that he get in to the bath tub or shower right away.

The fire apparition might even give a hint of a self pleased little smile against Kurama’s neck as he feels the fox sink his fingers in to his hair. If he were truly a cat he would more than likely be purring right now.

Breakfast in bed does sound good, though. Hiei hums a little affirmative, though he still prefers when Kurama stays here with him, like this.

“You’re going to have to not use that alarm, then.” If he wanted any chance of actually getting out of bed that is.