[Is Whelk even fully aware that he’s put that single string in place, the expectation of another meeting? It’s hard to say. Normally, he wouldn’t even dream of going there - hell, normally he wouldn’t dream of bringing someone home to his shitty town house either way. But he feels high right now, with a taste of the same invincibility he used to feel as a teen that’s entirely addicting. If he were in his right mind, maybe he would be kicking this kid out right now, but Whelk is so rarely in his right mind, and this version of delusional is far more preferable than the usual.
[It is really quite something to feel not so miserable as you have in almost seven years, to check out of the constant pounding of your brain in your ears. He doesn’t even notice that he can’t hear any whispers - he doesn’t even think of them at all.
[Also, that tracing of fingers on his stomach feels divine. The corner of his mouth let’s just a bit more of his smirking slip through.]
My name, and quite a bit. But I can’t make it sound the way you do.
[He wonders idly if Kunimi enjoys the sound of his own name in Whelk’s Old Virginia accent as much as Whelk enjoys hearing his in Kunimi’s Japanese one.]
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[It is really quite something to feel not so miserable as you have in almost seven years, to check out of the constant pounding of your brain in your ears. He doesn’t even notice that he can’t hear any whispers - he doesn’t even think of them at all.
[Also, that tracing of fingers on his stomach feels divine. The corner of his mouth let’s just a bit more of his smirking slip through.]
My name, and quite a bit. But I can’t make it sound the way you do.
[He wonders idly if Kunimi enjoys the sound of his own name in Whelk’s Old Virginia accent as much as Whelk enjoys hearing his in Kunimi’s Japanese one.]