*killua busies himself with readjusting his shirt, smoothing it back down with a couple pats against his still-hammering heart. he glances up when kalluto speaks, or rather down, for his brother is still lying belly-up on the picnic blanket like caught prey. he gulps again at the thought, quickly averting his eyes to the balcony in the distance.*

thanks. i'd never make you do something you didn't wanna do.