*Kalluto closed his eyes, knees and elbows compressing further, a tighter ball, feet pushing off the floor with tiny motions that barely move him. It wasn't obvious whether this was for comfort or to help him think, least of all to Kalluto.
Abruptly, he stopped, deftly balanced on the balls of his feet, his head tilting level to look at Killua as his ankles flexed, slowly lowering his feet flat, staring into Killua's eyes with keen intent. A sullen pout hung off his face, shaken off bit by bit by every blink.*
I need... I want...
I want you to need me. I don't like being a doll. A pet. A mascot.
*He bit off the last word with disgust, suddenly aware that he was being silly about his intelligence role in the Troupe. Phinks hated when he belittled himself like this. So, he resented the idea of being someone's passion project, too, but kept that behind his teeth, grateful to this Killua.*
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Date: 2023-11-01 05:05 am (UTC)Abruptly, he stopped, deftly balanced on the balls of his feet, his head tilting level to look at Killua as his ankles flexed, slowly lowering his feet flat, staring into Killua's eyes with keen intent. A sullen pout hung off his face, shaken off bit by bit by every blink.*
I need... I want...
I want you to need me. I don't like being a doll. A pet. A mascot.
*He bit off the last word with disgust, suddenly aware that he was being silly about his intelligence role in the Troupe. Phinks hated when he belittled himself like this. So, he resented the idea of being someone's passion project, too, but kept that behind his teeth, grateful to this Killua.*
What do you need? I can... try to do it.
*Please. I can be enough.*