*Kalluto purrs under his breath as his brother touches him, engrossed in the utter thrill of Killua trying to wrap his hands around Kalluto's phantom parts. Killua wasn't touching open air, he was touching Kalluto at his core, circumventing something Kalluto still couldn't put his finger on. Shame?
Okay, maybe one thing can pull me away from my extremely important desire to be a sailor. At least, I wouldn't drag my feet...
Kalluto doesn't flinch, doesn't feel rejected, when Killua tears his hand away from there. Because of how Killua looked at him, and how he didn't look at him, Kalluto knew that was bodily conditioning. It didn't mean anything about how much Killua loved him. Brimming with an odd combination of perspective and tongue-in-cheek petulance, Kalluto replied.*
I am very serious. I don't see one anywhere. Maybe we can find one in your jeans? Instead of... you know...
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Date: 2023-10-18 05:37 am (UTC)Okay, maybe one thing can pull me away from my extremely important desire to be a sailor. At least, I wouldn't drag my feet...
Kalluto doesn't flinch, doesn't feel rejected, when Killua tears his hand away from there. Because of how Killua looked at him, and how he didn't look at him, Kalluto knew that was bodily conditioning. It didn't mean anything about how much Killua loved him. Brimming with an odd combination of perspective and tongue-in-cheek petulance, Kalluto replied.*
I am very serious. I don't see one anywhere. Maybe we can find one in your jeans? Instead of... you know...