kit’s costume is probably one that makes more sense when he’s standing next to julian but while they are totally that couple they’re also not and with separate social circles to infiltrate, the two were bound to split up eventually. kit’s stroking a delicate palm down the corduroy overall dress when he spots troy -- or, rather, captain america -- across the dance floor. an impish smile tugs up his lips and with one last moment spared for his post-birthday boy (and a kiss blown in his direction), kit is scurrying off in the direction of his friend and client. “ oh captain, my captain, ” kit singsongs offkey, tossing his baseball bat deftly from one palm to the other. “ what do you say -- my bat against your shield? ” he gives it a mimed little swing, eyes glittering as their cast up in troy’s direction.

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