Kajj knew he could be stubborn.
It was one of his strongest qualities, and one of his greatest assets in the life that he had lived. Every single inch that he gave his enemies was an inch they would try to hang him with, every concession another door opened to let an enemy into his world. He was born with strong claws with which to dig into the dirt and he used them, literally and metaphorically.
A small set of hands rammed once again into his back, jostling him only slightly. His assailant grunted, pushing harder, though he did not budge from the doorway that he was quite thoroughly blocking.
“~Damn you!~” Keir buzzed at him, ramming her shoulder at him as well. “~This is what I get for insisting that you eat your full portions every night, isn’t it? Get moving you stubborn lout, or I’m going to yank your wings and then we’ll see how far that gets you!~”
Smiling slightly to himself, Kajj took a single, miniscule step forward.
Keir’s song rose into an irritation that tickled his back, and Kajj had to fight back the grin.
“~WOULD YOU GET YOUR BIG ASS OUT OF THE WAY?! I’M GOING TO BE LATE FOR THE DANCE!~”
“~That is an inappropriate way to address your superior, Assistant,~” Kajj scolded gently. “~…And you may leave once your shoulders are sufficiently covered.~”
With a trilling click, she slapped once more at his back before stalking back into the house. He wasn’t stupid enough to think that the jacket would stay on her shoulders once she was out of eye shot of the house but… well. She was always a little cuter when she was really fired up about something.
Maybe it would help her find someone at the dance.