Rather than actually answer Dean's question, Kisuke gives a snort of amusement. There's no reason to explain what's about to be readily illustrated. In the moment the last line is drawn, the characters light with the same faint red glow that had appeared before. They disappear in its wake, as if sinking down into the flesh beneath them, and Kisuke reaches for the little round object in Dean's palm.
He lifts his arm, which gives a soft crackle, like a doorknob touched in a too-dry room, before he thrusts his arm into Dean's chest to the elbow.
It sinks in neatly, as if the body in front of him weren't solid, was no more consequential than water. Leaving the shell behind where it needs to be, Kisuke pulls out and rests his hand at his side, mouth a thin line. But only for a second.
"The explanation would've only sounded like a double entendre anyway."
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Date: 2014-03-15 12:14 am (UTC)He lifts his arm, which gives a soft crackle, like a doorknob touched in a too-dry room, before he thrusts his arm into Dean's chest to the elbow.
It sinks in neatly, as if the body in front of him weren't solid, was no more consequential than water. Leaving the shell behind where it needs to be, Kisuke pulls out and rests his hand at his side, mouth a thin line. But only for a second.
"The explanation would've only sounded like a double entendre anyway."