CAT SCRATCH FEVER -- G
[title] Cat Scratch Fever
[author] kissontheneck [a.k.a. fieryrogue]
[pairing] Cookleta
[beta] aohatsu
[rating] G (R if you live in Scandinavia, since "kuk" apparently means "cock" in Swedish and Norwegian. XD)
[word count] 2564
[summary] Cavemen can have pets too, you know.
[disclaimer] Surely, I have nothing to do with either of these fine young men, no matter how much I wish I did.
[warnings] Hahaha, none I guess?
[author's notes] For aohatsu, who has apparently proved that if you harass me enough, I'll give in to what you want. I can't believe I'm writing more of this, but here we are. This is a sequel (?) to Year One, which you probably want to read first if you haven't before, but probably isn't absolutely necessary. Just know that Cookleta are... uh, prehistoric. (Kuka'vi??)
CAT SCRATCH FEVER
Da'vi wakes to a cold chill all along his back. The sleeping furs have been disturbed, and Kuk is nowhere in the cave. He stretches and tugs at the pile of clothing near him, pulling the pieces of animal skins around his waist and over his shoulders. He edges his way to the cave mouth and peers outside, but Kuk is still nowhere to be found. A quick survey of the space and Da'vi sees that Kuk's spear is gone, along with a few other stone tools. Da'vi understands what this means; Kuk has gone hunting and likely won't be back for at least half the sun's journey across the sky. Ducking back into the cave, he straightens out the grass bed and furs.
Once he's finished, he slips out into the open and wanders curiously over to the fire pit. If Kuk has gone there's probably no food, but he looks anyway. On one side of the pit is a woven grass basket, which Da'vi had made several days prior. Kuk had watched him curiously as his fingers whipped around the stalks of grass and had then spent a decent amount of time putting his tools into it and carrying them around.
Now, however, when Da'vi peers into it, it is completely empty, without even the slightest trace of the berries that had filled it a day before. Stomach rumbling, he picks it up and clutches it under his arm as he wanders out to where the trees come together and birds swoop down into the berry bushes to get their fill.
He hums as he moves along the tree line, and the basket is about half full (though it would be brimming by now if Da'vi didn't keep eating every other berry he picks) when he suddenly hears a strange sound. He freezes in his tracks and listens hard, hoping to hear it again. The sound of small twigs crackling grabs his attention and cautiously he peeks around the large blackberry bush he's currently harvesting.
Beyond the row of trees and brush, Da'vi sees a small creature struggling against a vine wrapped around its paw. It has golden yellow fur, a white belly and teeth that protrude out of the corners of its mouth. It's also clearly a baby and Da'vi nearly drops the basket of berries in his haste to go help it. At first the kitten flails when he touches it, and he has to struggle a little to unwrap the vine. The kitten paws at him before falling off balance and into a mat of wet leaves on the ground.
Da'vi looks around frantically, but no mother cat can be seen anywhere. His eyes trace around again and this time they fall on a tiger den, though there is little evidence to support that any creature larger than the baby has been around for days. He looks back to the kitten who is now staring up at him with its huge blue eyes. It mews and Da'vi's heart breaks.
Da'vi returns to the cave, the grass basket still only half full and with a dangling baby sabretooth under one arm.
~*~
Upon returning, Da'vi tries to get the tiger to eat some berries, but the cat couldn't be any less interested. Its ribs are visible through its skin, but it'd have to wait until Kuk returned with some meat to eat. In the meantime, Da'vi gives it water, which it laps up happily while Da'vi makes a grass rope for it to play with. Finishing its drink, the kitten flops down on its side and gazes up at its new mother.
Da'vi dangles the braided grass above the overturned cub. The kit flails its tiny forearms, the needle sharp claws pushing out from the toes and snagging the twist of grass. It pulls frantically at it, attempting to liberate itself until Da'vi finally takes its paw in his hands and carefully frees the poor creature. The cat mews and gnaws at Da'vi's wrist, the two-inch incisors leaving light scratches along his skin.
They play for a long time, the kitten full of energy and flopping around every which way, which makes Da'vi laugh. The sun has passed its halfway mark in the sky and is now sneaking towards the horizon again, cutting shadows across the rocky land. Yawning, Da'vi lays down in the cave, flat on his back, and pulls the tiny cat up onto his chest. It too yawns and settles down into a tight ball just over Da'vi's heart. The little one's ears are tucked under Da'vi's chin, and every now and then when the cat moves, the soft fur tickles Da'vi's throat, which makes him smile. His fingers play along the animal's back until eventually he falls asleep, though he doesn't mean to.
The next thing he knows he's being startled awake, and as happens to most people when they've been suddenly jerked from sleep, he's confused and groggy right at the start. Kuk is hovering over him, frowning with brow furrowed and is making wild gestures at him. The little cub has slid off of Da'vi's chest, scratching its claws into his flesh the whole way, mewing and crying. Kuk sweeps the cat into his large, rough palm and makes the most annoyed sound Da'vi has ever heard from him, shaking the little beast at him at the same time as if to say, "Are you out of your mind??"
Da'vi sits up and pleads at Kuk in the best way he knows how, reaching his slender fingers upwards in hopes of getting his little friend back. Kuk plops the cat down on the cave floor and flattens his hands on either side of it, indicating its size. He then pulls his hands further away from the cat, and then again further still, showing that this thing isn't going to stay this size forever. Then Kuk grabs the kit roughly by the head, pries its jaw open and pokes at its long teeth. He grabs the sabretooth necklace around his neck and brandishes it at Da'vi, hooking the air in front of him in a clawing motion.
Da'vi's face drops, a pitiful expression bleeding across it. He tries one last time to reach for the kitten, which is mewing, but Kuk holds the cat just out of his reach.
"Uunngh!" Kuk grunts disapprovingly, clutching the animal closer to himself. The cat flails, pawing at Kuk playfully.
Da'vi scrambles for one of the many sticks that are stacked just outside the cave opening. He marches over to the cold fire pit and traces the end of a stick through the remnants of ash and dirt that surround the area. Quickly, he draws a four-legged creature with a large, round head and large teeth. He then dramatically draws a striking line over it, it ending in a point just at the creature's shoulder blade. He emphasizes that the end is pointy and then draws a two-legged figure next to it and turns to point at Kuk, then back to the drawn figure. He draws a motion line from the figure's hand to the pointy spear hanging out of the creature's back.
Kuk stares as Da'vi finishes up by drawing a smaller version of the creature next to the obviously dead bigger creature. He looks pleadingly up at Kuk, hope still filling his eyes.
Kuk, though seemingly understanding the message, shakes his head. He points to the still-healing gash on Da'vi's cheek, pokes it hard enough to make Da'vi yelp. He makes a clawing motion with his free hand and then, satisfied that he's gotten his point across, turns and walks away while Da'vi lingers at the edge of the pit, watching Kuk carry his little orphan away from him forever.
~*~
There's an opening between two distinct patches of thick trees about a half a mile from Kuk's cave. He can walk there in a fairly short amount of time, even with a squirmy young sabretooth kitten fighting against his grip the entire way. When he's nearly at the forest edge, the cat digs its needley claws into his hand and he hollers at it, prying its paws away and shaking it a little. He walks faster now, and is soon engulfed in the sea of dark trees.
He paces in an irregular circle a moment, attempting to find just the right place to liberate the pesky visitor. The kit wiggles and squeaks, drawing Kuk's direct attention to it now. Kuk holds the cat at arm's length and lets the cat hang loosely between his hands, its long legs dangling down below. Its shoulders scrunch into its neck and it looks sadly up at Kuk.
Kuk presses his lips tightly together as he inspects the cub, top to bottom, front and back. Finally, he draws the cat close to his face, staring fiercely into its eyes as if daring it to prove itself to him.
A second later, the rough, grainy tongue of the kitten flicks across the tip of his nose, a rumbling purr emanating from its throat.
Kuk sets the cat down between two scraggly bushes and stares at it a moment. It immediately sits down and flicks its tail back and forth as it gazes up at him with its huge, glassy eyes. Kuk frowns, narrowing his brow.
"Auuugh!" Kuk says, waving his hand away from himself. He points behind the kitten animatedly and repeats his vocalization. The little cat mews at him instead.
Kuk grumbles and kicks the ground. He bends and picks up the creature, turning it to face away from him and out into the wilderness. Again he makes a threatening sound and pushes the cat from behind, attempting to encourage it forward. The cat wanders a little and Kuk takes the opportunity to make his own escape. He lumbers back through the trees and down the slope, and is soon making his way through the tall grass of the open field. He's gazing up into the sky when he feels a soft brush against his calf, nothing like the little shrubs he's encountered in the field before. Stopping short, his eyes snap to the ground where he expects to find some devil of a weed or a strange clump of a new type of grass.
The baby cat slips between his legs, rubbing its cheek and neck roughly against his skin, purring loudly.
~*~
The sun has nearly disappeared below the horizon, but Da'vi seemingly hasn't noticed. There is still enough light for him to mix three or four separate pools of animal fat with the few stone pigments he has at his disposal into the little clay dishes he has made while living with Kuk. One of the pools is mixed with fire charcoal, another with the ground bits of a reddish stone; still others show yellow and brown. He's leaning lazily against the outside cave wall and, dipping a fingertip into the black, he drags it across the jagged stone with little enthusiasm.
Other designs have been traced across the surface from previous days. Vibrant swirls and energetic lines decorate the curve of the cave opening, bringing life to the previously dull atmosphere. The sun is also depicted, and trees, water, and birds fill the space below its warming rays. Da'vi runs his finger in a circular motion now, slowly and sadly, adding to it a stick body and legs, with arms that hang down in depression instead of reach up in joy. He pauses and gazes at it, his finger hovering in the air as if contemplating how else he could make the figure more obviously downtrodden and oppressed.
He lets his hand drop to his side and sighs heavily, allowing his head to fall against the cool rock. His eyes slip closed and despite the breeze that is picking up and awkward position in which he is sitting, Da'vi seems as if he may never get up from that spot ever again.
No sound save for the distant crickets is heard for a very long time, and soon Da'vi has drifted into an unconscious state that lingers somewhere between waking and sleeping. The next thing he's aware of, a startling noise wakes him and though he is at first rather surprised by the inky blackness that now blankets the land, he has to squint to allow his eyes to adjust to the blazing firelight coming from a few feet away. Once focused he sees Kuk's crouching body hunched over it, pushing bits of branches around and rearranging some of the stones that line its perimeter. Da'vi realizes it's the dropping of one of those stones that has awakened him.
As if he can sense his companion's wakefulness, Kuk turns to look at Da'vi, who immediately frowns and turns his back on his cat-hating friend. He slumps further against the craggy rock, apparently pretending like it's the most comfortable place on earth.
A moment goes by before there's a pressure on Da'vi's shoulder, and he reluctantly looks up into Kuk's concerned face. Da'vi purses his lips and folds his arms across his chest defiantly.
Kuk crouches beside Da'vi and picks up the little pot with the yellow paint in it and plunges his thumb into the center, scooping a healthy glob onto it. Da'vi watches curiously as Kuk presses his thumb into the rock face, making a circling motion next to the sad stick figure Da'vi had drawn earlier. He dips his finger again and places a smaller circle at one end of the oval, then drags four straight lines down from the bottom side. He finishes the crude drawing with a curved line coming from the back side that points almost straight upward.
Da'vi tilts his head from one side to the other and squints at the figure. The fire sends undulating strips of light dancing across everything until finally Da'vi jolts in hopeful understanding. He picks up the black paint pot and quickly adds two long fangs out of the figure's head before looking back to Kuk with wide eyes.
Kuk nods at him and Da'vi almost drops the pot on the ground in his haste to get up. He looks around frantically before Kuk takes him by the wrist and guides him to the cave opening.
Da'vi peers into the shelter, again having to wait a moment while his eyes adjust. Then he sees it; there, curled up at one end of the grass bed atop a mountain of animal pelts, the little orphan kitten is sleeping soundly, its little paws tucked up under its chin. Da'vi's mouth falls open and then he looks at Kuk, disbelieving.
"Dub," Kuk says, pointing at the cat.
Da'vi blinks again. "Dub?" he repeats.
"Dub," Kuk says again. He jabs his left thumb into his chest, unaware that its still laden with yellow paint. "Kuk," he says emphatically and then jabs Da'vi in the chest with his forefinger. "Da'vi." He points again at the sleeping feline and repeats, "Dub."
Da'vi understands now and smiles broadly. "Dub!" he exclaims. He vibrates a little with happiness and then throws Kuk completely off balance as he leaps up at him, hooking his arms around the latter's neck. They both sort of tumble against the rock wall of the cave and without thinking, Da'vi kisses Kuk right on the mouth.
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[author] kissontheneck [a.k.a. fieryrogue]
[pairing] Cookleta
[beta] aohatsu
[rating] G (R if you live in Scandinavia, since "kuk" apparently means "cock" in Swedish and Norwegian. XD)
[word count] 2564
[summary] Cavemen can have pets too, you know.
[disclaimer] Surely, I have nothing to do with either of these fine young men, no matter how much I wish I did.
[warnings] Hahaha, none I guess?
[author's notes] For aohatsu, who has apparently proved that if you harass me enough, I'll give in to what you want. I can't believe I'm writing more of this, but here we are. This is a sequel (?) to Year One, which you probably want to read first if you haven't before, but probably isn't absolutely necessary. Just know that Cookleta are... uh, prehistoric. (Kuka'vi??)
CAT SCRATCH FEVER
Da'vi wakes to a cold chill all along his back. The sleeping furs have been disturbed, and Kuk is nowhere in the cave. He stretches and tugs at the pile of clothing near him, pulling the pieces of animal skins around his waist and over his shoulders. He edges his way to the cave mouth and peers outside, but Kuk is still nowhere to be found. A quick survey of the space and Da'vi sees that Kuk's spear is gone, along with a few other stone tools. Da'vi understands what this means; Kuk has gone hunting and likely won't be back for at least half the sun's journey across the sky. Ducking back into the cave, he straightens out the grass bed and furs.
Once he's finished, he slips out into the open and wanders curiously over to the fire pit. If Kuk has gone there's probably no food, but he looks anyway. On one side of the pit is a woven grass basket, which Da'vi had made several days prior. Kuk had watched him curiously as his fingers whipped around the stalks of grass and had then spent a decent amount of time putting his tools into it and carrying them around.
Now, however, when Da'vi peers into it, it is completely empty, without even the slightest trace of the berries that had filled it a day before. Stomach rumbling, he picks it up and clutches it under his arm as he wanders out to where the trees come together and birds swoop down into the berry bushes to get their fill.
He hums as he moves along the tree line, and the basket is about half full (though it would be brimming by now if Da'vi didn't keep eating every other berry he picks) when he suddenly hears a strange sound. He freezes in his tracks and listens hard, hoping to hear it again. The sound of small twigs crackling grabs his attention and cautiously he peeks around the large blackberry bush he's currently harvesting.
Beyond the row of trees and brush, Da'vi sees a small creature struggling against a vine wrapped around its paw. It has golden yellow fur, a white belly and teeth that protrude out of the corners of its mouth. It's also clearly a baby and Da'vi nearly drops the basket of berries in his haste to go help it. At first the kitten flails when he touches it, and he has to struggle a little to unwrap the vine. The kitten paws at him before falling off balance and into a mat of wet leaves on the ground.
Da'vi looks around frantically, but no mother cat can be seen anywhere. His eyes trace around again and this time they fall on a tiger den, though there is little evidence to support that any creature larger than the baby has been around for days. He looks back to the kitten who is now staring up at him with its huge blue eyes. It mews and Da'vi's heart breaks.
Da'vi returns to the cave, the grass basket still only half full and with a dangling baby sabretooth under one arm.
~*~
Upon returning, Da'vi tries to get the tiger to eat some berries, but the cat couldn't be any less interested. Its ribs are visible through its skin, but it'd have to wait until Kuk returned with some meat to eat. In the meantime, Da'vi gives it water, which it laps up happily while Da'vi makes a grass rope for it to play with. Finishing its drink, the kitten flops down on its side and gazes up at its new mother.
Da'vi dangles the braided grass above the overturned cub. The kit flails its tiny forearms, the needle sharp claws pushing out from the toes and snagging the twist of grass. It pulls frantically at it, attempting to liberate itself until Da'vi finally takes its paw in his hands and carefully frees the poor creature. The cat mews and gnaws at Da'vi's wrist, the two-inch incisors leaving light scratches along his skin.
They play for a long time, the kitten full of energy and flopping around every which way, which makes Da'vi laugh. The sun has passed its halfway mark in the sky and is now sneaking towards the horizon again, cutting shadows across the rocky land. Yawning, Da'vi lays down in the cave, flat on his back, and pulls the tiny cat up onto his chest. It too yawns and settles down into a tight ball just over Da'vi's heart. The little one's ears are tucked under Da'vi's chin, and every now and then when the cat moves, the soft fur tickles Da'vi's throat, which makes him smile. His fingers play along the animal's back until eventually he falls asleep, though he doesn't mean to.
The next thing he knows he's being startled awake, and as happens to most people when they've been suddenly jerked from sleep, he's confused and groggy right at the start. Kuk is hovering over him, frowning with brow furrowed and is making wild gestures at him. The little cub has slid off of Da'vi's chest, scratching its claws into his flesh the whole way, mewing and crying. Kuk sweeps the cat into his large, rough palm and makes the most annoyed sound Da'vi has ever heard from him, shaking the little beast at him at the same time as if to say, "Are you out of your mind??"
Da'vi sits up and pleads at Kuk in the best way he knows how, reaching his slender fingers upwards in hopes of getting his little friend back. Kuk plops the cat down on the cave floor and flattens his hands on either side of it, indicating its size. He then pulls his hands further away from the cat, and then again further still, showing that this thing isn't going to stay this size forever. Then Kuk grabs the kit roughly by the head, pries its jaw open and pokes at its long teeth. He grabs the sabretooth necklace around his neck and brandishes it at Da'vi, hooking the air in front of him in a clawing motion.
Da'vi's face drops, a pitiful expression bleeding across it. He tries one last time to reach for the kitten, which is mewing, but Kuk holds the cat just out of his reach.
"Uunngh!" Kuk grunts disapprovingly, clutching the animal closer to himself. The cat flails, pawing at Kuk playfully.
Da'vi scrambles for one of the many sticks that are stacked just outside the cave opening. He marches over to the cold fire pit and traces the end of a stick through the remnants of ash and dirt that surround the area. Quickly, he draws a four-legged creature with a large, round head and large teeth. He then dramatically draws a striking line over it, it ending in a point just at the creature's shoulder blade. He emphasizes that the end is pointy and then draws a two-legged figure next to it and turns to point at Kuk, then back to the drawn figure. He draws a motion line from the figure's hand to the pointy spear hanging out of the creature's back.
Kuk stares as Da'vi finishes up by drawing a smaller version of the creature next to the obviously dead bigger creature. He looks pleadingly up at Kuk, hope still filling his eyes.
Kuk, though seemingly understanding the message, shakes his head. He points to the still-healing gash on Da'vi's cheek, pokes it hard enough to make Da'vi yelp. He makes a clawing motion with his free hand and then, satisfied that he's gotten his point across, turns and walks away while Da'vi lingers at the edge of the pit, watching Kuk carry his little orphan away from him forever.
~*~
There's an opening between two distinct patches of thick trees about a half a mile from Kuk's cave. He can walk there in a fairly short amount of time, even with a squirmy young sabretooth kitten fighting against his grip the entire way. When he's nearly at the forest edge, the cat digs its needley claws into his hand and he hollers at it, prying its paws away and shaking it a little. He walks faster now, and is soon engulfed in the sea of dark trees.
He paces in an irregular circle a moment, attempting to find just the right place to liberate the pesky visitor. The kit wiggles and squeaks, drawing Kuk's direct attention to it now. Kuk holds the cat at arm's length and lets the cat hang loosely between his hands, its long legs dangling down below. Its shoulders scrunch into its neck and it looks sadly up at Kuk.
Kuk presses his lips tightly together as he inspects the cub, top to bottom, front and back. Finally, he draws the cat close to his face, staring fiercely into its eyes as if daring it to prove itself to him.
A second later, the rough, grainy tongue of the kitten flicks across the tip of his nose, a rumbling purr emanating from its throat.
Kuk sets the cat down between two scraggly bushes and stares at it a moment. It immediately sits down and flicks its tail back and forth as it gazes up at him with its huge, glassy eyes. Kuk frowns, narrowing his brow.
"Auuugh!" Kuk says, waving his hand away from himself. He points behind the kitten animatedly and repeats his vocalization. The little cat mews at him instead.
Kuk grumbles and kicks the ground. He bends and picks up the creature, turning it to face away from him and out into the wilderness. Again he makes a threatening sound and pushes the cat from behind, attempting to encourage it forward. The cat wanders a little and Kuk takes the opportunity to make his own escape. He lumbers back through the trees and down the slope, and is soon making his way through the tall grass of the open field. He's gazing up into the sky when he feels a soft brush against his calf, nothing like the little shrubs he's encountered in the field before. Stopping short, his eyes snap to the ground where he expects to find some devil of a weed or a strange clump of a new type of grass.
The baby cat slips between his legs, rubbing its cheek and neck roughly against his skin, purring loudly.
~*~
The sun has nearly disappeared below the horizon, but Da'vi seemingly hasn't noticed. There is still enough light for him to mix three or four separate pools of animal fat with the few stone pigments he has at his disposal into the little clay dishes he has made while living with Kuk. One of the pools is mixed with fire charcoal, another with the ground bits of a reddish stone; still others show yellow and brown. He's leaning lazily against the outside cave wall and, dipping a fingertip into the black, he drags it across the jagged stone with little enthusiasm.
Other designs have been traced across the surface from previous days. Vibrant swirls and energetic lines decorate the curve of the cave opening, bringing life to the previously dull atmosphere. The sun is also depicted, and trees, water, and birds fill the space below its warming rays. Da'vi runs his finger in a circular motion now, slowly and sadly, adding to it a stick body and legs, with arms that hang down in depression instead of reach up in joy. He pauses and gazes at it, his finger hovering in the air as if contemplating how else he could make the figure more obviously downtrodden and oppressed.
He lets his hand drop to his side and sighs heavily, allowing his head to fall against the cool rock. His eyes slip closed and despite the breeze that is picking up and awkward position in which he is sitting, Da'vi seems as if he may never get up from that spot ever again.
No sound save for the distant crickets is heard for a very long time, and soon Da'vi has drifted into an unconscious state that lingers somewhere between waking and sleeping. The next thing he's aware of, a startling noise wakes him and though he is at first rather surprised by the inky blackness that now blankets the land, he has to squint to allow his eyes to adjust to the blazing firelight coming from a few feet away. Once focused he sees Kuk's crouching body hunched over it, pushing bits of branches around and rearranging some of the stones that line its perimeter. Da'vi realizes it's the dropping of one of those stones that has awakened him.
As if he can sense his companion's wakefulness, Kuk turns to look at Da'vi, who immediately frowns and turns his back on his cat-hating friend. He slumps further against the craggy rock, apparently pretending like it's the most comfortable place on earth.
A moment goes by before there's a pressure on Da'vi's shoulder, and he reluctantly looks up into Kuk's concerned face. Da'vi purses his lips and folds his arms across his chest defiantly.
Kuk crouches beside Da'vi and picks up the little pot with the yellow paint in it and plunges his thumb into the center, scooping a healthy glob onto it. Da'vi watches curiously as Kuk presses his thumb into the rock face, making a circling motion next to the sad stick figure Da'vi had drawn earlier. He dips his finger again and places a smaller circle at one end of the oval, then drags four straight lines down from the bottom side. He finishes the crude drawing with a curved line coming from the back side that points almost straight upward.
Da'vi tilts his head from one side to the other and squints at the figure. The fire sends undulating strips of light dancing across everything until finally Da'vi jolts in hopeful understanding. He picks up the black paint pot and quickly adds two long fangs out of the figure's head before looking back to Kuk with wide eyes.
Kuk nods at him and Da'vi almost drops the pot on the ground in his haste to get up. He looks around frantically before Kuk takes him by the wrist and guides him to the cave opening.
Da'vi peers into the shelter, again having to wait a moment while his eyes adjust. Then he sees it; there, curled up at one end of the grass bed atop a mountain of animal pelts, the little orphan kitten is sleeping soundly, its little paws tucked up under its chin. Da'vi's mouth falls open and then he looks at Kuk, disbelieving.
"Dub," Kuk says, pointing at the cat.
Da'vi blinks again. "Dub?" he repeats.
"Dub," Kuk says again. He jabs his left thumb into his chest, unaware that its still laden with yellow paint. "Kuk," he says emphatically and then jabs Da'vi in the chest with his forefinger. "Da'vi." He points again at the sleeping feline and repeats, "Dub."
Da'vi understands now and smiles broadly. "Dub!" he exclaims. He vibrates a little with happiness and then throws Kuk completely off balance as he leaps up at him, hooking his arms around the latter's neck. They both sort of tumble against the rock wall of the cave and without thinking, Da'vi kisses Kuk right on the mouth.
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