Prompt: Did you use my cologne?
He recognises the smell. It's a strong scent, but never too strong. A small amount is just enough, but this is slightly overbearing. Only slightly, but it's enough to leave his brows furrowing in the efforts of thinking of something else. There's movement before him, the door carefully pushed to an open, allowing grey eyes to meet the chestnut tinge of her eyes. She's smiling, and had it have been anyone, he might have claimed that she looked ridiculous. She didn't. She never did.
She's balancing a tray between a set of hands, balancing two glasses and two bowls, and he assumes that there is cutlery amongst them too. There is no assumption. There is. He can hear it rattling it.
"Did you use my cologne? You smell like me." Kai states, eye brows twitching in anticipation, not that he really needs an answer. He already knows. He watches as she places the tray down aside of him, two bowls with minimal pattern, two glasses so idly placed amongst one another, a carton of orange, and a few other things that made a mild selection.
"That was rhetorical." Hilary states, hands firm upon her hips, with her hips slightly edged to one side. Kai had to admit she looks good, sporting his t-shirt, creased and crinkled in all the places, but it's still fitting, and he swears that he isn't getting it back from her.
"You know I like it. You left it on the side again." Her arms stretch out, slim under the slightly baggy t-shirt. Her hands reach and delicately splay upon his shoulders, digits sought all the sore and the untouchable areas, and sunk beneath them. There isn't a lot that soothes Kai, but a touch of calm and delicacy seems to work. Her fingers reach one again, palms settling at the near of his neck, whilst lithe digits crawl up into the span of his hair, twirling loose and lazy strands around them individually.
"You shouldn't leave it on the side. It's like leaving Tyson around a table of food. It's the golden rule of no's." Oh Gods, she laughs, and it sounds like the songbirds have announced their choir, and Kai could listen to her all day. There isn't a lot that he could listen too, there isn't a lot that he would stay long enough to hear, but Hilary is the one thing that he would stay for.
Her chuckle chimes again when his fingers raise to her hips, calloused and individual, fitting like a puzzle piece to a body that fits him, and she's a sucker for his touch.