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.”
He stiffened, freezing in place, what little color had managed to return to his face instantly draining away and suddenly he couldn’t breathe, familiar words echoing in his mind over and over and over—
‘Pathetic.’
‘Unworthy.’
‘Slut.’
‘Whore.’
The rational part of Kaito’s mind knew that his double had only been trying to help, to make him relax, laugh and play – but the panic from mere minutes ago had exploded into something uncontrollable, drowning whatever sense of logic and rationality the magician had left and he couldn’t do this, no, no, no, please, please, he couldn’t do this.
“I-I’m—” He choked, stumbling back, his vision swimming and he wasn’t even seeing the thief before him anymore, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t— “S…S-sorry, I— I-I ca—”
What little smile the thief had died at the reaction, immediately realising he’d messed up, and crap, crap! He hadn’t wanted to cause anything bad to happen to the magician, to Kaito! He couldn’t say to himself, because despite how similar they were and shared names and most of the past, they weren’t the same. Parallels were still not the same, no matter how close.
And whatever was happening now was very clear proof of it, and he didn’t know what to do. What he could do! Something was wrong, but if something he normally did caused this, how could he know what else might or might now and just-
Kid made a quick snap of his fingers, setting off a small smoke bomb, and pushed something into the other’s hands. And something that had already been here before.
A Zorua plushie.
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