Kafka chuckled lowly, the sound rumbling through his chest.
"That's fine and all, Mom. You did well jumping onto me...but you know…" His eyes drifted down, and a teasing smirk curled his lips. "You're still not hanging onto me as tightly as you could. It feels like you're barely clinging on."
Olivia's face flushed a deeper red at his words, her grip tightening slightly around his neck. "What are you talking about? I'm holding on just fine!"
He shook his head, his expression amused yet slightly challenging. "You can do better. If you really want to stay secure, you've got to hug me even tighter."
At that, Olivia's blush deepened, and she turned her head away. "I...I can't exactly do that…" She murmured, her voice faint.
"Hm?" Kafka leaned closer, his brows furrowing in curiosity. "Why not?"
She didn't answer directly. Instead, she cast a brief glance downward, her fingers fidgeting slightly against his nape. Following her gaze, Kafka finally realized what she meant.
