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.”
‘Scars.’
Horror and shame flashed across the magician’s face, images of his own scarred – mutilated – back flickering through his mind and he swallowed, thickly, turning a sick pale color.
“…No.” He had to force the word out, voice choked, hands reaching to grip his shirt, tightly. Shaking his head, Kaito opened his mouth, hesitated, then raised his head to throw the thief a Poker Face grin. “I, ah, I don’t think there’s any need for that. I mean, since we’ve probably been through the same things, we most likely have the same scars, right?”
Same person, for the most part. Same Poker Face. Though it doesn’t exactly help much with automatic reactions like those, magician-san… Not while you’re being watched, anyway. And Kid felt a small stab of guilt for having mentioned it in the first place.
“…I suppose… Sorry for asking, then. Was just a thought, I probably shouldn’t have mentioned it.”
Whether they did have the same ones or not, still might have been better to not ask, he guessed. Many didn’t exactly bring up the best memories… And it really hadn’t been his intention to make his other self uncomfortable either, whether though those or flustering. He just… hadn’t really thought that though. Curiosity had been pulling.
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