[Whelk doesn’t understand what Kunimi has said, but he does hear it, and whatever it is, it causes his arms to erupt with goosebumps. It would be embarrassing if he could even think to be embarrassed right now, but his brain thoroughly shuts off again with another kiss. All he can think is to burn the words into his brain as much as he can so he can research them later. He’s not sure he’d want Kunimi to translate them anyway, when they sounded so pleasing in his native language.
[He doesn’t stop to think that the implications of them could be much larger than he’d told himself he ever wanted. He’s kissing Kunimi again, and again, Kunimi becomes all that exists. There is a divine comfort in forgetting that there’s anything else to worry about. If he could keep suspending himself in Kunimi’s kissing like this forever, he would. He would, he would, he would.]
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[He doesn’t stop to think that the implications of them could be much larger than he’d told himself he ever wanted. He’s kissing Kunimi again, and again, Kunimi becomes all that exists. There is a divine comfort in forgetting that there’s anything else to worry about. If he could keep suspending himself in Kunimi’s kissing like this forever, he would. He would, he would, he would.]