Y-you. That. *Malba lets out a moan, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He can't win here. Even Kitsune has a little smirk and he... yeah. He really, really can't win.* Whatever. So I look like a fucking girl. At least you two idiots like it, so hey. *he grumbles, his face red--even redder now that Zelos has laid a kiss on his cheek--and his lips set in an embarrassed frown.*