[If asked, Kunimi would never be able to explain what makes the scene in front of him feel so intimate. It's a combination of every single factor - Whelk's messy hair, his boxers and undershirt, the odd posture he's taken up on the couch, the assignments scattered around him and propped up on his legs, everything. He looks utterly at home and the effect is... sweet? No, beyond sweet. It's adorable.
It's a shame that lingering any longer just isn't an option. Part of Kunimi, some deeply buried part he's not sure he ever knew existed, would like to shuffle over and plant a kiss right on top of Whelk's head.
(Domesticity, that's what it is. He's woken up to an adorably domestic scene in which he damn well knows he doesn't belong.)]
I should probably just go... [Kunimi avoids eye contact as he gathers up his clothes and gets dressed, kind of wishing the floor would open up under him and swallow him whole. However embarrassed Whelk may feel, Kunimi's plainly suffering just as much.]
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It's a shame that lingering any longer just isn't an option. Part of Kunimi, some deeply buried part he's not sure he ever knew existed, would like to shuffle over and plant a kiss right on top of Whelk's head.
(Domesticity, that's what it is. He's woken up to an adorably domestic scene in which he damn well knows he doesn't belong.)]
I should probably just go... [Kunimi avoids eye contact as he gathers up his clothes and gets dressed, kind of wishing the floor would open up under him and swallow him whole. However embarrassed Whelk may feel, Kunimi's plainly suffering just as much.]