[Kamui] Prissy and Pristine

"Now, what do you say after you were rude to someone?"

Oh, that was easy, Kamui thought, his arms folded and his expression a cross between utter boredom, disinterest, and a sprinkle of a scowl. "Fuck you."

Primrose exhaled heavily, looking like he wanted to resort to violence in the form of a slap, or so the grand pride bun thought. That was exactly what the Succubun would do if he were him, but he was not, so he just continued to keep eye contact just to spite him, especially for making him sit in such an uncomfortable chair.

They were in a tiny classroom with a seating capacity of six. Kamui felt that it was because any more Succubuns in the same room was basically going to be a death sentence for the Cherubun, though six was already plenty. Right now, it was a one-on-one session, with the table in front of him too tiny to accomodate his arms if he decided to bend over and sleep on it, and the chair was still with virtually no plush, just flat and wooden. In front of him was an old fashioned chalk board with some key words written on it, some of them underlined, but they were hopelessly abstract or meant to be catch alls in situations that he never thought there to be a right way to act. 

Other than that, the room was somewhat empty, save for a bright, large window perched on his left side, letting the cavern light in and reminding him that he could be anywhere else but here.

"You were sent here so that you can learn some proper manners, child. And teaching is a two way street; you will not learn if you are not willing."

"I'm not, in case it isn't obvious." he scowled, particularly pissed at what he was called. Children did not functionally exist in Burrowgatory, and while there were many buns that acted childish, the term was almost always used negatively. To live harmoniously and sinfully with other buns, you must act with maturity in mind.

Primrose was holding a medium-sized, leather-bound book, which Kamui believed to be a prop. He wasn't even reading or glancing at it. Maybe it made the Cherubun feel smarter, he thought. However, his "teacher" did close the book with a small thump and placed it on the brown desk before standing in front of it, the closest he had ever been to the Succubun in terms of proximity.

"Then I suppose we will have to look at each other until your time is finished."

"It's better than hearing you drone."

It was a shame that Primrose was a Cherubun. If looking past that horrid personality, Kamui found him very pretty with a potentially kissable face. He mused how the strict bun would react to that, even just a peck on the cheek. But all the while, Kamui's expression remained the same - tight-lipped, with one hand cupping his chin.

"If you were going to be uncooperative, why did you even come here?"

"You know the answer to that one."

It was the first time that Kamui's confidence wavered. The truth and short version of the matter was that he was caught in an unfortunate fated meeting between Mercy and her box or carats, so he was sentenced to a random "punishment" that was also something that benefitted the Church. In this case, it was trying to form more rapport with the Cherubuns, which were slowly growing in number by the day, but not to a point where it was like Kamui was seeing them everywhere. In fact, Primrose was the first one he talked to at length, and he was pretty sure he had talked to many a Succubun by now.

"So you still have a trickle of respect for authority."

"Just a little."

"Hm." the Cherubun looked at Kamui with a faint curiosity, or maybe it was the horns. His horns always attracted attention, good or bad. "If a lecture is not your cup of tea, then perhaps you respond better to hands-on activities."

The Succubun raised a brow. "What's that mean?"

"We'll do something else so that it can be counted as your 'community service'." he paused, thinking for a moment. "Tell me, would you say you have a green thumb?"

"I've been told I'm light-fingered."

"How wonderful." it was delivered in monotone yet dripping in sarcasm. "Well, the plants will have no value to you, and you will face plenty more than boring lectures if you try anything criminal."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Right then." he moved behind the desk, got the book, and slipped it in his leather briefcase. "Then I will see you at the Heavenly Embassy, 7am sharp."

Kamui groaned and sunk into the uncomfortable chair, but he forced himself to play along, because there were carats on the line–specifically from Mercy so that he would shut up.

Primrose would then show a faint smirk and walk towards the door, but then he turned to face the Succubun. "And what do you say when someone is leaving?"

The pride bun knew that he was just pulling his leg. There was no polite way to say goodbye, was there? Like, no strict, single defined way of doing it, he meant.

"Don't let the imps trip you on the way out."

Primrose scoffed. "I'll wish the same for you."