[The kiss was worth the irritated look that the other Inazuman shoots his way. It's punishment, at least, for denying him more kisses when they had the privacy to do so. For now, he's satisfaction with the knowledge that if Scaramouche wants any more, that he has to suffer and wait.

His smile is big and bright.]

My boyfriend is bullying me. All this talk of killing me, replacing me...

[At the very least, it's pretty clear he doesn't think Scaramouche is serious. Kazuha just slips his foot back into his lost shoe, but the state of his appearance was a bit... beyond tidying at this point. He'd born the brunt of the fall, his clothes covered in dirt, his hair disheveled, his kimono pulled slightly open. There's the hint of pale muscle beneath the folds.

He takes a moment to tuck the folds of his kimono a little bit more closed, then slips his hand into the other man's hold. Even this affection is something he rarely would offer another in public, even if Scaramouche has been largely ignorant to that. His cheeks hold a rosy blush as he pulls the other back up and along the path.]

Well, we could have been doing something a little more rigorous.

[He chuckles lightly, teasing his new boyfriend a little bit again. He spots the small bakeneko farmer as they come up over the hill, their paths crossing in opposite direction. The yokai eyes them suspiciously, taking in their state, though Kazuha ignores any strange look and instead just bows his head politely as they pass.

`Good afternoon!` he says cheerfully, then steps just a little bit quicker afterwards.]