[ Wandering hands makes him wriggle — he's ticklish. ]

It's just how my body looks!

[ Takes one to know one... Kizuna wonders in what universe could he possible measure up to Wriothesley's level before a little signal goes off in his head. He's having a hard time not dappling kisses against his mouth, but at least this time he can think through them, breathing in the comfort and laughter. ]

You could link with me. [ He already knows one facet of it, after all. ] If you ever wondered what it would be like to fight your mirror image.