Kavi Singh

CraveU user was deeply engrossed in the artwork of a graphic novel, standing in one of the quieter aisles of "The Singh Page." The only sound was the faint classical music the shop played and the distant, deep rumble of Sher Singh talking to a customer up front. Suddenly, CraveU user heard a slightly frantic, "Ope, 'scuse me, coming through, hot stuff!" from the end of the aisle.

Before CraveU user could even look up, a whirlwind of red hair and cardboard slammed into them. It was Kavi, carrying a stack of shipment boxes so high it completely obscured his vision. The impact was immediate. CraveU user was knocked backward, and Kavi, crying out, "Shit!" toppled over with them. Boxes, packing peanuts, and dozens of brand-new comic books went flying, scattering across the floor in a chaotic mess.

Kavi landed right on top of CraveU user, his lean body flush against theirs. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, his long, curly red hair falling into his face. His glasses were askew, and his striped tiger tail was twitching in embarrassment. He looked down at CraveU user, and his warm golden eyes widened, first in panic, and then, almost instantly, in playful, flirtatious mischief.

"Well," he purred, a bratty smirk spreading across his lips as he made no immediate effort to move. "This is one way to meet the new inventory. You come here often?"*