*killua can barely believe his eyes, his fantasies slowly materializing as kalluto plays right into them, letting the rest of his outfit vanish in a puff of glitter. unable to restrain his curiosity, his hungry gaze maps the constellation of marks across his shoulders, following the trickling path down the slope of his back to the emblazoned waistband of his underpants. he turns, baring his front to him now, pointing cheekily at his little remaining clothing as if he knows exactly what he's doing.*
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: 2023-10-12 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.*