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“Okay.” You sigh, exasperated after Leona has been answering to everything you said with nothing but short grunts. “What’s wrong? Are any of the teachers giving you a hard time again? Because you’re clearly not in a good mood.”
Leona is silent for a couple seconds, still looking irritated. You’ve been strolling around campus for a bit, now, and it was supposed to be a fun way to unwind after class — Before you settled in the garden and he slept on you anyways — but he just looked annoyed, you could see it from his face to the way his tail whips around.
Really, you love your boyfriend, but he’s such a brat sometimes.
“What do you have to do with Hunt?” He grumbles out the question.
You blink in confusion. “Hunt... Rook?” The blond man comes to mind. You’d met up with him right before Leona picked you up near your classroom, he showed up there to talk to you about nothing in particular. “He’s my friend?”
“Why does it have to be Rook Hunt, though.” He rolls his eyes. “Don’t like it. He was all over you. Talking about his... whatever the hell Rook talks about.”
You can barely suppress a laugh. Oh, Leona.
“What, you’re jealous of Rook?”
“Of course I’m not, Herbivore.” He stops on his tracks, you do too, eyeing at him challengingly. “It’s not jealousy. Just don’t wanna see some guy getting his hands on someone that’s mine.”
“So, in other words, jealousy.”
“Shut up.”
You’ve known him for so long, now, you can just laugh and shake your head a bit. “You’re such an idiot. Rook is my friend, y’know. I’m not gonna stop talking to him if that’s what you want.”
Silence. You begin taking a couple steps again, back to your stroll.
“Nah, you can talk to him.” He says, and he sighs. “Really. I know he’s not into you or anything. But I’m not gonna play nice if he pulls that in front of him.”
“You’re so jealous.”
Leona laughs dryly, scratching the back of his neck in a sort of sheepishness — His free arm sneaking around you, pulling you close to him so you’re joined as you walk, somewhat clumsily but you don’t mind.
“As long as you’re still mine, I don’t mind.” He mumbles, maybe not meant for you to hear. You let yourself lean against him a bit.
“Of course I am, you stupid cat.”
He can actually be rather cute, sometimes.