*Awareness catches up with Kalluto's body, and his body language eases. He peers up at Killua again, making comfortable eye contact, not self-conscious any more about the tears that welled up so instantly but have dried from the bottom up.*
Help yourself. There's... caramel slice, lemon tart, triple chocolate cheesecake, some pavlova with strawberries and kiwi fruit, and... caramel mousse.
And cream.
*His mood picks up as he goes over the marked boxes, distantly concluding that the stuff that needed to not be out in the sun must have popped up back here just before Killua arrived. He was yet to experience any direct antagonism from the airship itself, so he left it comfortably unquestioned why they were all within arm's reach of them both.
Kalluto crawls into his brother's lap, almost preparing to curl up between his thighs like a sleeping puppy, but stopping himself because he was much too big, now. He faced Killua, his head resting on their shoulder, arms around him, and a knee on either side of his hips. He clung, firmly, without restricting his brother's freedom to reach for desserts.*
Sorry. I know you're not him, but...
...well, let's talk. But I don't want to move yet.
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Date: 2023-09-10 03:04 am (UTC)Help yourself. There's... caramel slice, lemon tart, triple chocolate cheesecake, some pavlova with strawberries and kiwi fruit, and... caramel mousse.
And cream.
*His mood picks up as he goes over the marked boxes, distantly concluding that the stuff that needed to not be out in the sun must have popped up back here just before Killua arrived. He was yet to experience any direct antagonism from the airship itself, so he left it comfortably unquestioned why they were all within arm's reach of them both.
Kalluto crawls into his brother's lap, almost preparing to curl up between his thighs like a sleeping puppy, but stopping himself because he was much too big, now. He faced Killua, his head resting on their shoulder, arms around him, and a knee on either side of his hips. He clung, firmly, without restricting his brother's freedom to reach for desserts.*
Sorry. I know you're not him, but...
...well, let's talk. But I don't want to move yet.