[Short-tempered, irascible Beast King gong × gentle, soft White Tiger shou]
“Your Majesty, why do you want to return to that world?”
“Because I have family there.”
“What is family?”
“They’re the people who love and believe in you unconditionally, always.”
“Then… do I have family?”
“You… do.”
“Where?”
“Far away, yet right before your eyes.”
“Where? Where?” He looked around.
“Am I not?” He tapped his head.
Rubbing his head, he said, “Liar. You’ve hit me before. I remember. That’s not family.”
“That was because you…” He glared at the other man, but seeing his pitiful expression, he lost his nerve and lowered his eyes, muttering awkwardly, “Anyway, you are!”
“No… you’re scary…”
He tugged at the other man’s fluffy ears. “You still say you’re not? You’re getting bold. Tell me, am I family or not?”
“Waaah, you’re bullying a tiger! It hurts, it hurts! You’re family. Your Majesty is Tiger’s family.” He rubbed the ear he’d just managed to rescue, looking terribly aggrieved.
“Say it again. Say, ‘Your Majesty is the person who loves Tiger most of all.’” He insisted.
“You’re really stubborn, you know that? So childish!”
“Looks like you don’t want to keep your ears. Stop right there! And you’re still running…”
Okay, now the story begins!
