Hm? What about them? [ At his side, Kizuna leans in against the curve of his arm, trying to align his sight with what Wriothesley is seeing. ] I don't recognize any... but you do, don't you?
[ A natural curiosity colors his tone as a tinge of familiarity and nostalgia sparks in the air. His skin is warm beneath the gauzy, open front shirt he's thrown on in the wake of a simulated night — even if this is all a facade, the impression it's left is real enough. Kizuna spent most of his day in the sun and sand, drinking endless fruit amalgamation cocktails while Wriothesley enjoyed himself underwater. He thought he might never tempt him back out of the waves, but he's (luckily) been proven wrong.
Usually, Wriothesley is blessedly cool against his body. But he's a little warm too in this moment, something Kizuna chalks up to the exertion of swimming and the unwise amount of drinks he'd needed to actually do that. ]
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[ A natural curiosity colors his tone as a tinge of familiarity and nostalgia sparks in the air. His skin is warm beneath the gauzy, open front shirt he's thrown on in the wake of a simulated night — even if this is all a facade, the impression it's left is real enough. Kizuna spent most of his day in the sun and sand, drinking endless fruit amalgamation cocktails while Wriothesley enjoyed himself underwater. He thought he might never tempt him back out of the waves, but he's (luckily) been proven wrong.
Usually, Wriothesley is blessedly cool against his body. But he's a little warm too in this moment, something Kizuna chalks up to the exertion of swimming and the unwise amount of drinks he'd needed to actually do that. ]