["aren't you overdoing it" doesn't really hit on any of his insecurities, so the will clone lets that one slide off his back and clears the gap between himself and the real nico, giving him a once-over as if he's evaluating him for injuries.]
Hmm. Well, it's not going to be any fun like this. [what does that mean, clone will? nico will get an answer a moment later - one hand comes out of his hoodie pocket to reach for his cheek to cup it, and he leans in, humming and singing a soft hymn in ancient greek before going for a kiss.
the real will splutters, and his fingers dig into clone nico's arms.]
Hey, you can't just—!
[...kiss nico's wounds better? because that's kind of what's going on here. he'll feel the usual sunlight and warmth as his injuries get a mid-tier heal, and the clone lets go of his cheek to cross over to clone nico and real will. another appraising look, another hum and hymn in ancient greek, and will's injuries get a mid-tier heal too.
clone will pulls his other hand out of his hoodie, and gives the scalpel he's holding a little twirl.
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["aren't you overdoing it" doesn't really hit on any of his insecurities, so the will clone lets that one slide off his back and clears the gap between himself and the real nico, giving him a once-over as if he's evaluating him for injuries.]
Hmm. Well, it's not going to be any fun like this. [what does that mean, clone will? nico will get an answer a moment later - one hand comes out of his hoodie pocket to reach for his cheek to cup it, and he leans in, humming and singing a soft hymn in ancient greek before going for a kiss.
the real will splutters, and his fingers dig into clone nico's arms.]
Hey, you can't just—!
[...kiss nico's wounds better? because that's kind of what's going on here. he'll feel the usual sunlight and warmth as his injuries get a mid-tier heal, and the clone lets go of his cheek to cross over to clone nico and real will. another appraising look, another hum and hymn in ancient greek, and will's injuries get a mid-tier heal too.
clone will pulls his other hand out of his hoodie, and gives the scalpel he's holding a little twirl.
idly, glancing at the two of them -]
You might want to start running.