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*there's a new door in the hallway. it's pink. thinking alluka will surely love whatever is behind it, killua turns the handle and heads in to make sure it's safe. his eyes are immediately assaulted with a plastic world made up of the brightest candy-colors he's ever seen, so startling that it takes him a moment to realize that even his clothes have changed to match, trading out his turtleneck and jeans for an open teal-and-pink striped shirt and identically-patterned shorts. he grimaces down at the dorky getup before venturing further inside, wondering if he might be able to find a change of clothes in one of the pink, multi-story houses lining the shiny cul-de-sac.*

Date: 2023-10-10 06:15 am (UTC)
descendsanathema: kalluto pouting in darkness. (dark pout)
From: [personal profile] descendsanathema
*Kalluto was stomping away from the cabins, trying his best to control his breathing, being considerate of Melody, who could probably also tell from his heartbeat that he this was a little ridiculous right now.

Didn't care. He was mad.

In his dream, he was every bit the pretty little doll that his parents wanted him to be. He couldn't speak, only be dressed up as others pleased, and be cooed and fawned over. Even his kills lacked that satisfying moment wherein fear first develops in their eyes, that powerful few seconds between realising they're about to die and Kalluto ending their misery.

That's such an adorable outfi- glurkh-*

Fuck OFF, *he screamed while pounding the nearest door with his fist. He looked up at the plate on it - "Sailor Room". His mood brightened instantly as his mind pirouetted through different historical eras of naval exploration, combat and patrol. As he stepped through the door, he took a deep breath, could already feel the salty air and water spraying his face as a wave inundated the top deck. The breath became a sharp gulp of air, Kalluto completely surprised to find himself indoors, in an inoffensively temperate climate.*

I guess... I'm on leave?

*As he looked around his surroundings, he realised he'd stepped into a walk-in closet not unlike the one in his own cabin, but with a far more limited set of choices mounted on a shadowboard behind a clear plastic case. Plastic was the right word for the pastel violets, blues and teals highlighting the omnipresent pink that soaked everywhere he could see.

He recoiled from the mirror, squinting at it, as soon as he saw his reflection. He didn't look bad as a blonde, the shining platinum underneath his cap just on the borderline of being too close to white for his complexion, but he'd never have chosen it for himself, nor adopted the cut - a fresh recruit's buzzcut, grown over about eight months, choppily rendered into the makings of an undercut with amateur barber work. From the mirror, he also saw that he was wearing a horizontally striped pink and white shirt, which he felt to be quite comfortable cotton suited to the open seas, with loose trousers to match, and polished black shoes.

He appraised the shadow board again, realising that the sets of accessories suited different countries' uniforms, contemporary and past, through the prism of them all being made for plaything sailors. He found a solid, bold turquoise square of cloth and tied it up as a neckerchief, smiling at how it popped off against the lukewarm colours on him and all around him without going far off the aesthetic. Kalluto would stand out, not fade into the background like.... like...

He looked outside, now, astonished at first that he could see outside so broadly. The walls had been cut away, the clear view of the sky and into so many other houses on a cul-de-sac street revealing various people in equally pastel archetypical getups, signifying archetypical professions.

They weren't people, Kalluto knew, but he found it no trouble to play along when he was in the mosh pit, or feel the tug of yearning from seeing the mosh pit in the mirror. But in this case, he was unnerved by the stilted, robotic motions of everyone, the glass vacancy in their eyes, and the way they got the superficial trappings of how they should act just right while missing the mark on everything else. They absolutely weren't people. If he didn't know any better, Kalluto thought he might find one of his brother's needles sticking out of them.*
Edited Date: 2023-10-10 06:24 am (UTC)

Date: 2023-10-10 08:01 pm (UTC)
descendsanathema: kalluto smiling and holding a heart off-frame (smile neutral)
From: [personal profile] descendsanathema
*When Kalluto hears his name, he leaps backwards from the sound, turning to face it, with such alacrity that his clothes flutter against the air he passes through. By the apex of the jump, he's recognised his brother by his eyes. By the time his battle-ready body has sunk into a low crouch, a landing set up by the jump, he's stifling a giggle as he looks Killua up and down.*

Looking good, big brother.

*Completely focused on the clothing, he pays no mind to the blush peeking from behind the back of his hand.*

Date: 2023-10-10 09:52 pm (UTC)
descendsanathema: kalluto smiling. is he just doing a happy, or is he about to dispatch someone with little paper triangles? who knows. (smile cruel)
From: [personal profile] descendsanathema
*It wasn't a threat, but Kalluto was still completely caught off guard by the appearance of his brother. He stands up and strides towards Killua, the hand in front of his face briefly dropping to his side before moving to gracefully adjust the fit of his cap. He was nervous, still not sure if he was holding out hope that what he heard in the shower was real, or hoping that it was imagination. Was Killua reacting this way because of how ridiculous they both looked... or because he knew?*

I'm a sailor. What are you supposed to be? *Kalluto asked, genuinely curious, since his brother's occupation was not obvious.

Date: 2023-10-11 03:31 am (UTC)
descendsanathema: kalluto smiling and holding a heart off-frame (smile neutral)
From: [personal profile] descendsanathema
*Kalluto pivoted, letting Killua brush past him, and smirked as Killua fussed over his hair. He took a few steps to stand closer to him, catching himself admiring Killua's physique through their clothes as he scrutinised his reflection.

The dark look his brother wore reminded him of just before he saw the "Sailor" plaque on the door he used to enter here. Chuckling, Kalluto was sure that he could salvage the situation.*

Hi, Ken! You wanna be my first mate?

Date: 2023-10-11 04:04 am (UTC)
descendsanathema: kalluto mildly upset. so pretty much the only way he looks. (Default)
From: [personal profile] descendsanathema
*Kalluto could barely contain his excitement as Killua's look improved. The deadliest pirate crew there ever was! He shuffled back and forth on his feet.*

Well...

*Kalluto stepped away from Killua, up to the edge of the floor they were on, sure that he could see a beach on the horizon in that direction. He looked back at his brother over his shoulder.*

We could... find one?

Date: 2023-10-11 04:39 am (UTC)
descendsanathema: kalluto smiling and cutting up paper dolls (smile paperdoll)
From: [personal profile] descendsanathema
*Kalluto's breath hitches in a strange way when his brother mentions changing. The puzzling feeling is compounded when he takes Killua by the wrist and leads him to the shadowboard, and he can't take his eyes off of Killua's crackling blues, only when they're finally in front of it and he needs to introduce to to him.*

Well, there is a lot you can do with accessories, we don't have to match, since these were all made for-

*A moment passes, and he realises these accessories are unmistakably suited to Killua's outfit. He isn't surprised by the sharktooth necklaces, but among them are bone trophies of creatures Kalluto could never have imagined. There are wrist and ankle bracelets, strung with tiny teeth, with shells, ivory, and beads of a variety of colours. A deep azure pendant, hanging in the middle, catches his eye, and he notices the attached string's length can be adjusted to fit wherever is needed.*

-you.

Date: 2023-10-11 05:10 am (UTC)
descendsanathema: kalluto smiling. is he just doing a happy, or is he about to dispatch someone with little paper triangles? who knows. (smile cruel)
From: [personal profile] descendsanathema
*Turning to Killua again, Kalluto strokes the fabric of his shirt, rubbing it between his fingers.*

But it's a good material. And it won't be ruined if you get it wet...

*Keeping hold of it, not aware at all of how much more of his brother's chest he's revealing, Kalluto turns to the shadow board again, looking at the frame carefully.*

For outfits, maybe you can look... here?

*After running his other hand along the bottom of the frame, he found a large button that clicked when he pressed it upwards, against the frame. The set of shadowboards swivelled on their base. Once he realised what was going on, Kalluto quickly grabbed the pendant that he'd noticed, releasing the delicate grip on his brother's shirt as casually as he'd taken it.*

Date: 2023-10-11 05:35 am (UTC)
descendsanathema: kalluto smiling and holding a heart off-frame (smile neutral)
From: [personal profile] descendsanathema
*Once Kalluto had pocketed the stone, he watched as the shadowboards turned. He looked at what was on offer, then at Killua's face of abject disappointment, and then his begrudging admission, probably pleased that it just wasn't pink, and Kalluto laughed, keeping it mostly behind his hand until the outfit magically and instantly appeared on Killua.

When he'd composed himself, Kalluto stepped to the front of Killua, now standing between him and the new suite of accessories. A finger traced down Killua's chest, stopping with the edge of his fingernail tucked barely at the waistband behind an instance of the lettering.*

I guess you really are Ken. Do you think the airship picked a name for me, too?
Edited Date: 2023-10-11 05:36 am (UTC)

Date: 2023-10-11 10:36 pm (UTC)
descendsanathema: kalluto smiling and holding a heart off-frame (smile neutral)
From: [personal profile] descendsanathema
*Kalluto withdrew his hand, following then extending the motion of Killua pulling up his jeans. He felt a rush of excitement at Killua's challenge, but found it odd to not feel it all over his body, just in his chest. As he remembered one of the last things he'd said to his brother in the field, the excitement grew, but still didn't spread.*

It's different if we're brothers, right?

*Kalluto lifted up his shirt, revealing a hot pink belt with nylon webbing, and also most of his chest, then suspiciously looked over each shoulder in turn before looking at his brother.*

Let me know if anyone's looking, okay? *he said as he undid the belt, letting his trousers fall unceremoniously around his ankles.

In the mirror, he saw that his underwear was black, with a repeating pattern of grey anchors stamped across the whole thing. Sure enough, the waistband - bone coloured with a plain back type face for the words - read 'Sailor Ken'.*

Date: 2023-10-12 03:07 am (UTC)
descendsanathema: kalluto smiling and cutting up paper dolls (smile paperdoll)
From: [personal profile] descendsanathema
*Satisfied with knowing his name, Kalluto let go of his shirt, allowing it to hang past his waist, covering his underwear. He flicked one of his legs, kicking off one boot, then the other, both of which should probably have been tied up with laces. He stepped out of his pants, taking a step closer to his brother.*

I don't like the trousers, honestly. It feels the same as my robes but not quite...

Hey, you hate that vest, right? I think it looks good, but maybe you'd be less embarrassed just taking it off?

Date: 2023-10-12 04:04 am (UTC)
descendsanathema: kalluto smiling and holding a heart off-frame (smile neutral)
From: [personal profile] descendsanathema
*Kalluto notices his brother's step back in his periphery, more interested in how scandalised Killua looks. He takes a moment to properly think about the question, but decides to just act instead.

He walked away from Killua, now, looking out to the beach, trying his best to catch the breeze that had suddenly come on.*

Suit yourself... I want to feel the ocean air on my legs. It feels... nice, Killua. I don't think the magic works if I don't want anything besides that breeze touching my skin.

Date: 2023-10-12 05:09 am (UTC)
descendsanathema: kalluto smiling. is he just doing a happy, or is he about to dispatch someone with little paper triangles? who knows. (smile cruel)
From: [personal profile] descendsanathema
*Kalluto stretched his arms out, rolled his shoulders back, stretched his chest too. His contented groans against the air licking and lashing at his legs and neck were stifled by a snort, which froze his motions, too. He could picture the pout on his brother's face to match his voice without turning around to face him.

He brought his arms out again. There was a deep carnality about how engrossed he was in this, but there was something missing to it. As he reflected on what that might be, a -poof- sound and accompanying frizzle of dust happened all around his shirt just as it vanished. He shrugged his shoulders, groaning louder, now, wondering if he could handle an actual ocean breeze, the spray of sea mist, the unconscious straining and flexing he'd be doing on an unstable deck as it moved through water...*

It's fine. If people see me, they'll still know I'm a sailor.

*Kalluto turned around, pointing generally at his neck and above.*

See? Still got the cap and neckerchief.

Date: 2023-10-13 03:15 pm (UTC)
descendsanathema: kalluto smiling and cutting up paper dolls (smile paperdoll)
From: [personal profile] descendsanathema
*Seeing the look in Killua's eyes properly, Kalluto got a little worried for how concerned he looked. Walking closer to him, Kalluto took a gentle grip of his brother's wrists, keeping them held to his side, their bodies close enough to share heat but not touching.*

Hey, I'm just kidding. None of these people are real. And if they tried to touch me, I can kill them.

*Keeping his hands by the side, he rests his head on his brother's shoulder, pressing his chest against theirs.*

No one's allowed to touch me, right?

*They're very close, and Kalluto is engrossed in it, even enjoying it more than he expected. Distantly, he feels as though the last time their bodies were this close together, there was something else present, something urgent and imminent that imposed its presence on this moment. He tried not to think about it, in case that line of thinking would somehow make it come back.*

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