Ayame swings a wary glance back and forth between her brother and her impromptu babysitter, as if enough skepticism will enable her to discern whether or not they spent a significant portion of the night making out on her impressionable daughter's bed. Lukas stands with his hands in his pockets and endeavors to look as much as possible like the stained glass angels in Naoko's picture books, hiding behind Ken.
When they finally leave, Lukas says, "See, I was good. Every time I had the urge to do something bad, I asked myself, if I lock Ken's sister's daughter in the closet, will I be able to get away with it? Since I couldn't be sure..."
The joke coaxes a laugh from Ken despite his withdrawn air. Lukas hooks an arm around his waist and rubs his back in silent comfort, promising himself that, later, when it's more appropriate, he will find out the details of today's agitation, and any relevant names and addresses.
"Next time," he says into his lover's ear, stray curls of black hair tickling his lips, "just come to me. There isn't anything I wouldn't drop to make you feel better."
Re: KKM AU, Lukas: Seeing You
Ayame swings a wary glance back and forth between her brother and her impromptu babysitter, as if enough skepticism will enable her to discern whether or not they spent a significant portion of the night making out on her impressionable daughter's bed. Lukas stands with his hands in his pockets and endeavors to look as much as possible like the stained glass angels in Naoko's picture books, hiding behind Ken.
When they finally leave, Lukas says, "See, I was good. Every time I had the urge to do something bad, I asked myself, if I lock Ken's sister's daughter in the closet, will I be able to get away with it? Since I couldn't be sure..."
The joke coaxes a laugh from Ken despite his withdrawn air. Lukas hooks an arm around his waist and rubs his back in silent comfort, promising himself that, later, when it's more appropriate, he will find out the details of today's agitation, and any relevant names and addresses.
"Next time," he says into his lover's ear, stray curls of black hair tickling his lips, "just come to me. There isn't anything I wouldn't drop to make you feel better."