Mmm, *is all Kalluto can offer about the cake, his pace picking up, the stilted and redundant motions of upper-class dining looking a little ridiculous when performed at quadruple speed by a child whose trained face is brimming with delight and impatience.
Upon his brother's touch, Kalluto gulps his mouthful and tucks his chin, giggling and nuzzling his head into Killua's hand.
Kalluto smooths his face over before peering up at Killua to reply to his question, trying to keep the lack of emotion under his skin as well as above it.*
I... should know it? *He turned to Alluka.* Sorry. I must have been to half a dozen parties in that little room. Every day was just... whatever the butlers or Illu told me to do, so...
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Date: 2023-10-07 05:44 pm (UTC)Upon his brother's touch, Kalluto gulps his mouthful and tucks his chin, giggling and nuzzling his head into Killua's hand.
Kalluto smooths his face over before peering up at Killua to reply to his question, trying to keep the lack of emotion under his skin as well as above it.*
I... should know it? *He turned to Alluka.* Sorry. I must have been to half a dozen parties in that little room. Every day was just... whatever the butlers or Illu told me to do, so...