[Kuroo laughs.] Sorry, sorry. He's cute, though. Like a walking marimo. [He holds out a hand toward Bokuto's child, indicating he wants Bokuto to stop shielding him and let Kuroo pet.

Lev sniffs at Bokuto's fingers, licks them experimentally once, and then decides biting is in order. But Kuroo apparently has his own child figured out already, because even as the rabite is opening its jaws, Kuroo promptly smushes his hand over its mouth, flat-palmed, as a barrier to anything actually going in it.] Oh no you don't.

He's cuter than the real Lev, but he's just as much trouble. He chews everything. This world needs baby gates, honestly.