"So what, stupid kappa?" Ken huffs against Chikusa's skin, although the warm, relaxed weight of him doesn't shift at all - a sure sign that his verbal belligerence is empty noise. "Easy to wash off, byon."

He nuzzles Chikusa's neck for a long moment before pulling away, reluctantly, so that Chikusa can actually rinse that off. They haven't been in the bath proper yet, and curling up against Chikusa and falling asleep there now sounds like a good idea to Ken. (There is the concern of strangers coming in while they sleep, but that's always been less of a concern for Ken than Chikusa; he'd wake up at the first unfamiliar footfall.)