*Never one to pant, Kalluto begins trying to catch his breath with dainty, substantial puffs through his nose. His body was pulling away from his awareness, and the discomfort at this was pooling in his stomach again, threatening to spill all through him.

He was grateful that Killua pulled back. It was so awkward immediately after Kalluto came to his senses in the buffet room. He needed more control over his body.*

Can... we can stop here, can't we?