[ Was he too blunt there? Yet somehow, the response from Callisto doesn't throw him into an anxious fit. It's almost like he trusts that he can speak frankly and not have that completely destroy their relationship. Huh ...
Though Kabru does understand that having a tryst at someone else's birthday party is extremely bad form, so he does feel slightly flustered and apologetic about it. ]
Ah! I -- didn't plan for it to happen. But anyway, this isn't the time to be discussing this! [ Hopefully, never is the time to be discussing this. Kabru gathers a fresh set of pyjamas from the closet and walks back to the bed. ]
You should change into fresh clothes! [ Does he need Kabru to help? He will if he does. ]
[ typically, callisto would say that kabru had the habit of adhering to proper decorum in most situations. ... even at his own expense, and so to hear of him clearly breaching those lines comes as to a surprise to him.
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also, when has he ever spoken to him so bluntly. that said, his own suspicions that this man could very well be an imposter seems to simmer down by his swift follow-up (he doesn't actually believe this, but listen sometimes you'd rather believe in a clever lie than face the truth). ] What convenient excuses your mouth spews...
[ he does begin unbuttoning his clothes in the meantime. ]
How did it happen exactly...? [ if he finds out it's from mister breeding grounds...
[ Of course Callisto wouldn't let it go. Of course this would be a bigger affront to him than being shot. Maybe he shouldn't have slipped up with his bluntness there. It feels like he isn't going to hear the end of this any time soon. ]
Do you really need to know the details? [ HE REALLY DOESN'T. Kabru stands by his side with the clothing, ready to hand the shirt to him once he gets his old shirt off. ]
[ as much as kabru's discomfort does amazing work in diminishing some of the pain, he supposes his aide was correct in saying that. actually, the more he thinks about it... the less he wants to know.
he finishes peeling off his slightly damp shirt off and handing it over before taking the clean from kabru. actually, now that he thinks about it— ] I simply had not known you were courting someone. [ he responds, he looks a bit more relaxed now that he's slipping on the clean shirt. ]
Can you say you would not be curious were the roles reversed?
[ Kabru doesn't know how to fold clothes but this shirt will be going into the laundry, so he won't need to. He hands the new shirt to Callisto and sets the old one aside. He then picks up the new pants and hands them over.
Kabru doesn't really want to tell Callisto about who he slept with because ... it will reflect poorly on him ... so he will try his best to omit his answer.
As for whether he would be curious if Callisto were courting anyone? ]
[ ominous words that couldn't have been at a less ominous moment, especially as he's at the edge of the bed, attempting to remove his pants. he sucks in a tight breath as he moves it across his skin and then, he grabs the fresh ones from kabru's grip.
but, he marvels at his bare skin, the fact the bullet really got casted out of his skin only seems to hit him in this moment. ] But, forget it. If it was just a moment of passion, then you're free to keep your secrets.
[ but, if he's actually courting someone, then yeah... his nosy ass needs to know. ]
[ Kabru can breathe easy not having to reveal to Callisto that he ended up bedding a very suspicious man at the party. It doesn't salvage the reputation points he's probably lost in Callisto's eyes from this alone, but he at least cannot look any worse than he does now. It's strange that he's not too bothered by that, letting the mask slip today. Almost like he has some trust in the connection they have built and feels comfortable being more honest.
With the pants off, Kabru inspects the wound he's healed. It's only natural that it would leave a scar. There's no getting around that. Callisto will probably complain about that when he remembers to. It'll probably also itch for a while. ]
Neither of us intended for it to be anything more than that. [ Hopefully that will satisfy Callisto's curiousity. Kabru sighs, helping Callisto to pull up his pants. He then perks up a little, even with how tired he's feeling from the events so far. ]
You still have my full attention. So there's no need to be jealous. [ It's a joke, of course. ]
[ not kabru also finding him to be suspicious... but, while the topic has been dropped, it certainly doesn't mean it won't rear its head in another conversation at a later time. callisto wasn't one to readily let go of things once he latched onto them. all the more when it seems to to be directly correlated to ones sense of shame.
if it had been anyone else, he may have brushed their hands aside, and denied any hint of help, but considering how much of kabru's assistance he's already received, he finds it pointless to put on airs. as the man helps slide his pants on, he does give him a pointed stare. ] Then you both clearly did a terrible job. [ he says as he pushes a finger right up against kabru's forehead, as if to make a statement of "look at yourself." ]
You would do best not to joke about a man's jealousy. Do you think I am not capable of doing my worst? [ it's also a joke, but with callisto it's so much more difficult to tell........ ]
[ After helping Callisto get dressed, Kabru smoothens out his clothing and pulls the blanket over him. The prince was so prideful, it probably isn't easy for him to accept help this way. This means Kabru will need to look out for him, and not just because it's his apparent role as 'aide'. Callisto knew how to get under someone's skin, but for some reason, he cares about him?
There's an audible sigh when he feels his forehead being poked. He thought they dropped that topic??? ]
You -- [ It's probably a joke, but with the bits and pieces he knows about Callisto's love life, there's probably also some truth to it. ] Maybe don't take that as a challenge.
[ how about u be normal ] It's late. You should sleep, my prince.
[ the statement of not taking it as a challenge does get a chuckle out of him. ] Then you'd do well not to frame things as one. [ a challenge, that is. it didn't take a whole lot for callisto to consider things as one, after all. one wrong look, one tiny hint of an improper implication...
but, he didn't feel so sensitively around kabru. rather, he didn't doubt his intuition, and his gut seemed to indicate that there was no real falsity to kabru's goodwill. even if, apparently, he could be quite mouthy. ... and naggy, or so it seems. ]
I will sleep even when I do not desire to. [ is his own stubborn way of saying, it'll happen when it happens, and yet his eyelids do feel like they're naturally coming to a close. but, that said: ] You should take your own advice, dear aide.
[ At least he's not resisting the push to rest. If he did try to resist ... Kabru knows the pressure point that makes someone sleepy. ]
I'll be alright. [ Actually, after said that, his knees give out and he collapses onto them, half fallen over the edge of the bed and leaning on it now. Healing a complicated wound like that takes a lot of mana and Kabru is rather inexperienced. Also, there was that other activity for the night. ]
Shut your eyes. [ ... and your mouth, or so his own silence seems to say, as he gradually closes his own. whether he likes it or not, his own breathing is becoming even, enough where he can't even muster up another word to kabru. while he doesn't necessarily give any sort of explicit permission, he does appear relaxed enough with the other man here beside him. he figures if he's going to rest, he may as well do it here.
he doesn't often sleep in front of others. but, it looks like tonight would be the exception. ]
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Though Kabru does understand that having a tryst at someone else's birthday party is extremely bad form, so he does feel slightly flustered and apologetic about it. ]
Ah! I -- didn't plan for it to happen. But anyway, this isn't the time to be discussing this! [ Hopefully, never is the time to be discussing this. Kabru gathers a fresh set of pyjamas from the closet and walks back to the bed. ]
You should change into fresh clothes! [ Does he need Kabru to help? He will if he does. ]
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also, when has he ever spoken to him so bluntly. that said, his own suspicions that this man could very well be an imposter seems to simmer down by his swift follow-up (he doesn't actually believe this, but listen sometimes you'd rather believe in a clever lie than face the truth). ] What convenient excuses your mouth spews...
[ he does begin unbuttoning his clothes in the meantime. ]
How did it happen exactly...? [ if he finds out it's from mister breeding grounds...
he's going to have to perish. ]
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Do you really need to know the details? [ HE REALLY DOESN'T. Kabru stands by his side with the clothing, ready to hand the shirt to him once he gets his old shirt off. ]
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he finishes peeling off his slightly damp shirt off and handing it over before taking the clean from kabru. actually, now that he thinks about it— ] I simply had not known you were courting someone. [ he responds, he looks a bit more relaxed now that he's slipping on the clean shirt. ]
Can you say you would not be curious were the roles reversed?
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Kabru doesn't really want to tell Callisto about who he slept with because ... it will reflect poorly on him ... so he will try his best to omit his answer.
As for whether he would be curious if Callisto were courting anyone? ]
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[ ominous words that couldn't have been at a less ominous moment, especially as he's at the edge of the bed, attempting to remove his pants. he sucks in a tight breath as he moves it across his skin and then, he grabs the fresh ones from kabru's grip.
but, he marvels at his bare skin, the fact the bullet really got casted out of his skin only seems to hit him in this moment. ] But, forget it. If it was just a moment of passion, then you're free to keep your secrets.
[ but, if he's actually courting someone, then yeah... his nosy ass needs to know. ]
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With the pants off, Kabru inspects the wound he's healed. It's only natural that it would leave a scar. There's no getting around that. Callisto will probably complain about that when he remembers to. It'll probably also itch for a while. ]
Neither of us intended for it to be anything more than that. [ Hopefully that will satisfy Callisto's curiousity. Kabru sighs, helping Callisto to pull up his pants. He then perks up a little, even with how tired he's feeling from the events so far. ]
You still have my full attention. So there's no need to be jealous. [ It's a joke, of course. ]
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if it had been anyone else, he may have brushed their hands aside, and denied any hint of help, but considering how much of kabru's assistance he's already received, he finds it pointless to put on airs. as the man helps slide his pants on, he does give him a pointed stare. ] Then you both clearly did a terrible job. [ he says as he pushes a finger right up against kabru's forehead, as if to make a statement of "look at yourself." ]
You would do best not to joke about a man's jealousy. Do you think I am not capable of doing my worst? [ it's also a joke, but with callisto it's so much more difficult to tell........ ]
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There's an audible sigh when he feels his forehead being poked. He thought they dropped that topic??? ]
You -- [ It's probably a joke, but with the bits and pieces he knows about Callisto's love life, there's probably also some truth to it. ] Maybe don't take that as a challenge.
[ how about u be normal ] It's late. You should sleep, my prince.
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but, he didn't feel so sensitively around kabru. rather, he didn't doubt his intuition, and his gut seemed to indicate that there was no real falsity to kabru's goodwill. even if, apparently, he could be quite mouthy. ... and naggy, or so it seems. ]
I will sleep even when I do not desire to. [ is his own stubborn way of saying, it'll happen when it happens, and yet his eyelids do feel like they're naturally coming to a close. but, that said: ] You should take your own advice, dear aide.
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I'll be alright. [ Actually, after said that, his knees give out and he collapses onto them, half fallen over the edge of the bed and leaning on it now. Healing a complicated wound like that takes a lot of mana and Kabru is rather inexperienced. Also, there was that other activity for the night. ]
Actually, I guess I'm at my limit.
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Shut your eyes. [ ... and your mouth, or so his own silence seems to say, as he gradually closes his own. whether he likes it or not, his own breathing is becoming even, enough where he can't even muster up another word to kabru. while he doesn't necessarily give any sort of explicit permission, he does appear relaxed enough with the other man here beside him. he figures if he's going to rest, he may as well do it here.
he doesn't often sleep in front of others. but, it looks like tonight would be the exception. ]