I'm not gonna be sick, dummy, [Killua says with a scoff, but he wobbles where his chin is cradled by his palms, eyes half lid as he smiles lazily to his friend.

it seems, even if belatedly, however, Killua decides sitting is a fine idea. so, with some clumsiness, Killua somehow manages to get his butt into one of the stools at the island kitchen.]

I'm not even hungry. I ate at the party, you know. [he sure didn't drink water, of course. he lets out an airy little laugh, slumping across the counter.]

Not that I hate you worrying over me...