You're lucky that one of us has been hoarding foodstuffs since the very beginning.
[ She doesn't have to confirm or deny. He's here to stay. Shuffling along, Kaito's eyes widen a touch at the sight of the courtyard. Hints of similarity between the layout and that of his false Domain in his Shroud are painfully apparent—look at that tree. If he knows anything about big trees in these Shrouds, it's that they probably hold greater significance than almost anything else inside.
Minus one's Tethers.
Kaito shoots Hibiki a glance and almost challenges her one more time, but he eventually acquiesces—and steps forward to strip. If there's any hesitation in his movements, the reason becomes obvious with each layer of mangled cloth that he peels off. The sheer volume of scratches and gashes cover him from the chest down, with the worst of them concentrated over his abs.
And while you hardly need a reminder because of our PSL lmfao he's a little jacked. A lot jacked, actually. How's this twunk been getting away with hiding his physique this whole time?
Past his open wounds, his body is riddled with scars of varying severity. There are almost too many to count. With his back still turned and just his underwear keeping him decent, the empath finally lowers himself down. A faint hiss escapes as he lands with a plop.
Spheres of water begin to pop into existence around his body, and he cocks his head back to turn an azure gaze up to the blonde. ]
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You're lucky that one of us has been hoarding foodstuffs since the very beginning.
[ She doesn't have to confirm or deny. He's here to stay. Shuffling along, Kaito's eyes widen a touch at the sight of the courtyard. Hints of similarity between the layout and that of his false Domain in his Shroud are painfully apparent—look at that tree. If he knows anything about big trees in these Shrouds, it's that they probably hold greater significance than almost anything else inside.
Minus one's Tethers.
Kaito shoots Hibiki a glance and almost challenges her one more time, but he eventually acquiesces—and steps forward to strip. If there's any hesitation in his movements, the reason becomes obvious with each layer of mangled cloth that he peels off. The sheer volume of scratches and gashes cover him from the chest down, with the worst of them concentrated over his abs.
And
while you hardly need a reminder because of our PSL lmfaohe's a little jacked. A lot jacked, actually. How's this twunk been getting away with hiding his physique this whole time?Past his open wounds, his body is riddled with scars of varying severity. There are almost too many to count. With his back still turned and just his underwear keeping him decent, the empath finally lowers himself down. A faint hiss escapes as he lands with a plop.
Spheres of water begin to pop into existence around his body, and he cocks his head back to turn an azure gaze up to the blonde. ]
I'll clean, you disinfect and dress?