A King's Procrastination... [Hun-Hun]

Kano was almost thrown forward off his feet by the force of her hitting him. Despite her size and weight, she could hit like a battering ram with that powerful bending. As she wrapped herself around him, babbling wildly, he had to wave off his guards, always vigilant, almost to a fault. A less easily dealt with problem was, of course, figuring out a way to pry her off of himself. He didn't really mind her using him as her jungle gym. He never had, surprisingly. But it was a little hard to talk to her when she was clinging to his back.

He was just about to give up when Mikka solved the problem for him. He didn't know how he did it, but by the time he was able to turn around, Mikka was setting Hun down on her feet again. He looked to Mikka for a moment and then back to Hun. It didn't make sense. His first thought had been that she was apologizing for her behavior at the palace, but that didn't fit. Nobody forced her to tear the place apart or be so short with him in the kitchens. It was something of a mystery from where he was standing, though Mikka didn't look so surprised by it all. What was he missing?

"I-I don't understand." he said finally, straightening his wardrobe once again. It wasn't really a conscious thing at this point. Two years solid of having to look his best at all hours had given him a series of reflexes that really could only be truly described as ticks, like a twitchy eye. "Sorry for what?"