[ Dash putters around in the kitchen while Kai is on the phone, accomplishing far less in the time he has available than he would've on a normal day. He's so distracted. By the thought of Kai close by, by the sound of his voice, by this feeling that he can't quite put a finger on, much less name.
It's confusing, but not in a way that makes it also feel alarming. Dash is not exactly calm, but he does feel peaceful in a certain sense. He breathes out, carrying some dishware into the dining area. Glasses, plates, everything they'll need for the food Kai's ordered.
He turns away from the table when he hears Kai addressing him. The question sort of throws him off, though not so much that he can't think of an answer. ]
I don't think I'm... too possessive. [ He bites his lip. ] Probably the opposite, most of the time.
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It's confusing, but not in a way that makes it also feel alarming. Dash is not exactly calm, but he does feel peaceful in a certain sense. He breathes out, carrying some dishware into the dining area. Glasses, plates, everything they'll need for the food Kai's ordered.
He turns away from the table when he hears Kai addressing him. The question sort of throws him off, though not so much that he can't think of an answer. ]
I don't think I'm... too possessive. [ He bites his lip. ] Probably the opposite, most of the time.
[ He's clingy in other ways. ] Why do you ask?