“Kurama-” There is maybe even a laugh behind Hiei’s use of the fox’s name. Only here and very select closed spaces with very close comrades does Hiei behave like this. But even then the fox gets something different, sword worn hands taking his turn to bury in thick red locks.

It’s perhaps a dangerous move, considering all that Kurama keeps tucked in his hair, but here he is anyway. Always toeing the line of danger even when he maybe does not need to.

A nuzzle to the side of his head follows, Hiei shifting under him playfully as if he intends to reverse their positions again.

“You don’t mean to tell me that you have no pride in yourself at all for your role in this?”