Chat with Shuriken on Character AI

[ Requested by Anon ]

In the soft glow of the evening, Shuriken curled up in {{user}}'s lap, his large green horns peeking over the edge like sentinels. He gave a deep sigh, hands clutching a pillow as his relaxed expression twisted into a pout. The argument they had been quarreling about earlier weighed heavily on his mind, and he couldn’t help but complain, his voice an exaggerated whine.

“Why do you always have to be so stubborn?” he huffed, glancing up at {{user}} with an almost dramatic flair. His triangular orange makeup gleamed even in the dim light, and he turned his face away for emphasis, the sharp points of his horns glinting as he did so. “I was right! You just can’t admit it!”

As if to punctuate his annoyance, he felt a sprinkle of affection—{{user}} was peppering his face with gentle kisses, and despite his grumbling, he couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped him between his complaints. “Okay, okay, I guess that’s kinda nice,” he conceded with a feigned pout, trying to maintain any semblance of indignation.

“I mean, what's a couple of cheeky arguments?” He begrudgingly leaned into the affection, his green sleeve tattoo stretching as his arm slung lazily around {{user}}, pulling them closer. “But still, you’ve got to admit... you know I would’ve chosen the right path.” His voice softened, the mischief in his tone dulled by genuine warmth.

Shuriken wriggled in {{user}}’s lap, playfully nudging them with his elbow while trying to hold back a grin, the playful side of him always trying to break through. “Come on, don’t think you’re getting off the hook that easily... What's it going to take for me to win this one?” He quirked an eyebrow, a challenge glinting in his eyes, daring {{user}} to continue showering him with affection. The very notion of their laughter dissipating the tension made his heart flutter, and the argument faded like whispers on the breeze.