Send Σ(O_O；) for my characters reaction to having their clothes unbuttoned/unzipped by yours.
Was this a new kind of game?
Or revenge for the, ah, attention he’d given his double’s neck earlier?
A new way for the thief to try to make him flustered?
…All of the above?
Kaito wasn’t sure and the dexterious way in which his other self’s fingers undid each button of his shirt was proving much too distracting, making his mind unable to do much more than give a silent choked sound and promptly shut down in confused embarrassment.
Cheeks flushing, it took the magician much longer than he was wiling to admit to snap out of the rather hypnotic trance his parallel self’s hands had put him in. He swallowed thickly, then reached out to, rather clumsily, press a hand against the thief’s own to hold them still.
…It was only a moment later that he realized that pressing the other’s hands against his own chest was a very bad idea.
“Y-you, ah…” Kaito cleared his throat, trying very hard to ignore the warmth held against his torso while still being too stubborn to let the thief’s hands go, lest he start trying to unbutton the rest of his shirt. “If you wanted me out of my clothes that badly, the least you could do was ask, robot-san.”
His chest felt like it was constricting, like someone had wrapped a giant hand around his torso and was slowly squeezing the very life out of him, any air he tried to suck in getting stuck in his throat and his heart was beating fast, too fast, and he wanted to run – oh god please he couldn’t do this please – but he couldn’t move and it was all enough to make him want to laughand cry, because wasn’t it just so pathetic to get this worked up about a ki—
Something was thrust into his trembling hands. Something soft – and maybe even familiar, the fragment of Kaito’s mind that was still coherent supplied.
His fingers clutched at the object and he pressed it against his chest and wrapped his arms around it before he even realized what he was doing, his head dropping, face burrowing into the soft— plushie. A plushie. It was a plushie.
He was crying – oh, when had he started…? – into a plushie and that simple realization made a broken laugh tear from his lips as he dropped to his knees, legs to shaky to carry him any longer. It was pathetic. He was pathetic.
But at least he could breathe again.
The thief let out a breath of relief he hadn’t even been aware he’d been holding. The other hadn’t… calmed down, per se, but…
It was better than what had been happening before.
He stepped forward to help the magician when he fell, though it wasn’t entirely needed. What was needed though…
After a few moments, he looked off to one side, then reached up to remove the hat and monocle. They… weren’t exactly helpful right now. So he placed them to the side and knelt by the other.
“Hope you don’t mind that I borrowed your gift for a moment,” he said, glancing at the plushie before looking back at his doppelganger and giving a small smile, “But I did give it back right away, so no harm done, right?”
Another pause, just barely long enough to notice.
“Mind if I hang around a while? Unless I start doing something again, then feel free to chase me out with a flock of doves. I’m sure mine would help.”
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