*Content with the position, but the second wind rapidly draining, Kalluto pushes off of his left side, deftly wrenching his arms to turn 180 degrees and curling his shoulders, landing softly, but padded again by the velvet still draping Killua, the vest-exposed chest covered. Kalluto moved an inch, and he was nestled near Killua, barely touching him.*
But don't hold out on me. I'm not like...
*He isn't sure how to word it, would rather not be clear than let more acrid tones foul his tongue. You don't go to McDonald's if your favourite restaurant's reservations are closed.*
It's being selfish in another way, you know. Putting it all on yourself.
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Date: 2023-11-03 04:57 am (UTC)But don't hold out on me. I'm not like...
*He isn't sure how to word it, would rather not be clear than let more acrid tones foul his tongue. You don't go to McDonald's if your favourite restaurant's reservations are closed.*
It's being selfish in another way, you know. Putting it all on yourself.