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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.*
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Date: 2023-10-10 06:15 am (UTC)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.*
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Date: 2023-10-10 03:41 pm (UTC)the houses up ahead, then, must be dollhouses, as they lack walls and staircases and appear to be made out of the same shiny plastic as the smiles on the NPCs. he enters one, looking for a dresser, a closet, anything that might provide him a change of clothes, and when he turns the corner into another outward-facing room, stumbles upon the first real presence he's sensed since he arrived.*
--kalluto?!
*the boy is dressed up in a preppy sailor suit just as pink as his own and blonde, but his cat-lashed fuchsia eyes are unmistakable.*
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Date: 2023-10-10 08:01 pm (UTC)Looking good, big brother.
*Completely focused on the clothing, he pays no mind to the blush peeking from behind the back of his hand.*
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Date: 2023-10-10 08:27 pm (UTC)not amused by his brother's teasing tone, his eyes narrow as a disgruntled frown takes over his lips.*
whadd'y--
*he then catches a glimpse of the mirror in the closet beyond him, spotting his own visage for the first time since entering the room. not only do his clothes look ridiculous, but his hair has turned from silver to platinum, blonde as his brother's. his pink face pales in aghast as he sputters:*
aw, what the hell?!
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Date: 2023-10-10 09:52 pm (UTC)I'm a sailor. What are you supposed to be? *Kalluto asked, genuinely curious, since his brother's occupation was not obvious.
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Date: 2023-10-11 03:17 am (UTC)i guess i'm just ken.
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Date: 2023-10-11 03:31 am (UTC)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?
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Date: 2023-10-11 03:43 am (UTC)what, do you have a ship?
*if his baby brother wants to play dolls, he'll play along.*
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Date: 2023-10-11 04:04 am (UTC)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?
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Date: 2023-10-11 04:22 am (UTC)sure, but first let me change into something less... this.
*he gestures down at his gaudy getup then peers over his shoulder at the closet that will hopefully be his salvation.*
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Date: 2023-10-11 04:39 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2023-10-11 05:01 am (UTC)i'm not looking for accessories, i need a whole new outfit.
*he grimaces down at his striped ensemble again, plucking at the open shirt which completely lacks buttons to close it over his bare torso.*
something less... revealing. and less pink?
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Date: 2023-10-11 05:10 am (UTC)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.*
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Date: 2023-10-11 05:26 am (UTC)i guess that's a little better...
*as if reacting to his reluctant feelings of approval, the outfit in the case suddenly vanishes and reappears on killua's body in a flurry of cartoonish sparkles, replacing the one he arrived in. he glances into the mirror to see that it somehow fits him perfectly, vest squarely framing his still-bare chest and jeans hanging low on his hips to reveal a waistband reading "KEN" over and over in conspicuous black letters.*
...yeesh.
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Date: 2023-10-11 05:35 am (UTC)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?
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Date: 2023-10-11 06:41 pm (UTC)why don't you check your underwear and find out?
*he immediately regrets his hasty, haughty retort, face flushing anew at the realization he's just invited kalluto to undress just as he is trying to share as little skin with him as possible.*
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Date: 2023-10-11 10:36 pm (UTC)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'.*
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Date: 2023-10-12 01:11 am (UTC)once again he's left feeling strangely frustrated by the sight, and not just toward himself for feeling anything about this at all. the arousal that usually would have him tingling in his own trousers stops just short of satisfaction, lingering in his gut with the guilt. he casts his gaze back and forth, pretending to be serving his duty as lookout, but the only one looking is him. he reads the text off his waistband with a snort.*
guess that answers that.
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Date: 2023-10-12 03:07 am (UTC)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?
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Date: 2023-10-12 03:24 am (UTC)no way. i’m trying to put on more clothes, not less.
*he nods his head to the pair of sailor pants left discarded on the ground behind kalluto, retorting,*
why don’t you just poof yourself some other pants, if you don’t like those?
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Date: 2023-10-12 04:04 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2023-10-12 04:42 am (UTC)shorts, then, *he suggests gruffly, still uncomfortably flushed and frustrated by the sight of his brother's long, pale legs, strutting on display after he'd so recently fantasized about them wrapping around his waist.*
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Date: 2023-10-12 05:09 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2023-10-12 06:00 am (UTC)come on, you're not going to go out like that... right?
*the response comes out weaker than he'd hoped, tone wavering between stern disapproval and abject helplessness.*
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Date: 2023-10-13 03:15 pm (UTC)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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