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trypanophobic) wrote2019-07-31 08:54 am
trypanophobic) wrote2019-07-31 08:54 am
i guess this lives here instead
Who: Killua, Blue, Gon
Where: Babyhouse (the apartment of said 3 people)
When: After Helisium
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Summary: Killua comes home drunk as fuck from his attempt to decompress at the festival—but there's a reason why Killua isn't much for letting loose and living in the moment...
[Killua comes home pretty late. it's not really on purpose—a lot happened, and Killua found he was having so much fun, he wanted to maintain the way he was feeling... you know, from snatching drinks off trays. or straight up off bar counters, when he got to feeling a little too ballsy. eventually, he of course was caught, but not quite met with consequence. too slippery. and he'd hung out with some other folks—girls he already knew, and now felt a little closer to. and it was fun! it was fucking fun, and simple, and fine.
and now he's back here. the god forsaken den of tension. it's like all of Killua's patience for this situation has been drowned as much as his sobriety. but of course, he isn't totally bent out of shape—it seems like his evening has more or less had the desired effect on his mood, displayed by his clumsy entrance, followed by a boisterous laugh as he hangs off the door handle. he's not going to let the tension get to him—he won't bend any longer! enough is enough. he's decided this.]
Oops! Haha! Wow.
[his laughter clears up with a sigh as Killua closes the door, a little loudly. oops. it's still amusing to him how compromised his motor skills are; he'd thought he'd adjust by now. Killua's always poisoned himself on purpose, but the effects weren't usually so novel.]
Watch it.
[indeed, this is said to the door as Killua regains a straight posture—but it's sort of abnormally so, like he's overcompensating.]
Where: Babyhouse (the apartment of said 3 people)
When: After Helisium
Format: [brackets]
Open/Closed closed
Summary: Killua comes home drunk as fuck from his attempt to decompress at the festival—but there's a reason why Killua isn't much for letting loose and living in the moment...
[Killua comes home pretty late. it's not really on purpose—a lot happened, and Killua found he was having so much fun, he wanted to maintain the way he was feeling... you know, from snatching drinks off trays. or straight up off bar counters, when he got to feeling a little too ballsy. eventually, he of course was caught, but not quite met with consequence. too slippery. and he'd hung out with some other folks—girls he already knew, and now felt a little closer to. and it was fun! it was fucking fun, and simple, and fine.
and now he's back here. the god forsaken den of tension. it's like all of Killua's patience for this situation has been drowned as much as his sobriety. but of course, he isn't totally bent out of shape—it seems like his evening has more or less had the desired effect on his mood, displayed by his clumsy entrance, followed by a boisterous laugh as he hangs off the door handle. he's not going to let the tension get to him—he won't bend any longer! enough is enough. he's decided this.]
Oops! Haha! Wow.
[his laughter clears up with a sigh as Killua closes the door, a little loudly. oops. it's still amusing to him how compromised his motor skills are; he'd thought he'd adjust by now. Killua's always poisoned himself on purpose, but the effects weren't usually so novel.]
Watch it.
[indeed, this is said to the door as Killua regains a straight posture—but it's sort of abnormally so, like he's overcompensating.]
GOOd? MORNING
on top of it all, Killua stays up late, too.
he wakes up feeling...... dry. he doesn't remember it, but Gon had cautiously tried to wake him up a couple times. Killua had apparently given him some snappy, cranky responses, and Gon had simply just refilled his water and told Killua to contact him if he needed anything. the morning was slipping away!
Killua remembers none of this. he sits, his hair somehow crazier, and he feels...... dry. so impossibly dry. and way too hot. has he ever sweat so much in his sleep, besides fevers? he leans over his bed, and is earned with an unpleasant, achy headful of swim sensation for it.]
Urk...
[he settles himself with his palm against the hardwood floor, waiting for the subtle spins to stop. with shuddering breath, he straightens with his glass of water, and since he doesn't remember Gon refilling it, regrets not having drank it before bed. even though he did. finer details like that are a little hazy. he downs the water, then peels off his shirt, groaning as he flops onto his back.
otherwise, unfortunately, he remembers everything.
he's sure he reeks, so Killua eventually summons the effort to shower—he takes a little longer than usual, because everything is terrible (and then some). eventually, he resurfaces, trying to decide if he feels better. towel around his shoulders, Killua steps out squinting from he and Gon's room.
he stands a moment, seeming either bewildered or full of grumpy remorse for existing.]
Fuck.
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[Spent the entire night tossing and turning with indecision. Indecision on what any of what Killua said meant; indecision on his own feelings. Killua's drunken fate, as it were, was left to what he assumed was Gon's capable hands.]
[By mid-morning, he's almost even forgotten about it- until....]
[It's already so late that he isn't expecting Killua's appearance once it happens; he'd long since cautiously crept out from his room after some initial anxiousness.]
[But when he glances up over the edge of the book he's reading, he immediately jolts, and flushes, and stares. Except he isn't sure Killua can actually see anything right now, with how he's squinting miserably at the rest of the world.]
[Blue remembers that. He doesn't envy him.]
[He decides not to say anything, instead maintaining long, apprehensive eye sort-of-contact. He doesn't know what Killua remembers, much less will tolerate at this juncture.]
...Morning... [He meekly whispers. Maybe that much is okay.]
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M—morning...
[Killua's awkward response and matched pinkness in his face might answer whether or not Killua remembers anything. Killua's fists with slow uncertainty close around either end of his towel.]
Damn... what time is it?
[if Blue's just sitting around reading...]
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[Ah. So he remembers. Blue's flush grows in turn, eyes slowly, coyly curving away again back to his book. He raises it slightly, over his nose.]
[Damn him, just standing around in a towel.......]
Almost noon. I know you wake up late, so I wasn't worried, but.....
[His eyes creep back again. But, now he's worried.] You feel like Trubbish, right?
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[it's about an hour later than usual...
to the sight of Blue just shyly tucking into his book, and the way he raises it like that......... so stupid. Killua opts to cradle his head, forefinger and thumb on his eyes.]
Yeah, [he mumbles, assuming that means hot garbage. most of his weird world's slang is similar enough...] I feel like I've never drank water in my life...or slept.
I wonder if this is what it feels like to be poisoned.
[karma, baybee
Killua takes some weary steps towards the kitchen, fetching himself a glass of water. cuz he forgot the one in his room, and it's dead to him now.]
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[Then it occurs to him. He blinks with surprise, glancing up from his book again.] I thought you couldn't get poisoned....? But you didn't have any immunity to alcohol? [The most common one....]
[WTF, Zoldycks, pick up the slack!!]
[Blue watches him struggle towards the kitchen with a moment of reluctance, before unfolding himself from the couch and moving ahead of him, getting the glass full of water before he can make it there. He nearly motions to help cradle it up for Killua to sip, hovering nervously.] Here. Drink slowly...
Don't try to eat too much more until you're sure you won't get sick. I made that mistake, ugh...
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he starts when Blue tries to—help him—drink? sort of? Killua takes the glass, glancing at Blue sort of sheepishly. HE'S FINE. and yet, mysteriously, Killua says nothing.]
Oh, really?
Cuz I'm starving...
[he blinks thoughtfully, sipping his water.]
I don't really feel nauseous, but I'll give it some time anyway.
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[Once he seems fine, Blue stops his hovering, but he pinks when Killua glances at him like that. Maybe he was just being annoying...]
Well, if you think youāre okay. Iāll make something, if you want, I guess.
[Blue is being awfully generous this morning, isnāt he? And a little clingy. Hmm.]
[He busies himself in the kitchen, hoping Killua will ease himself into a low chair.] I hope at least now you know why I said to avoid all that troublesome stuff...
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Thanks, [he says, indeed slumping into one of the stools. similar to last night, he leans on it. he's always sitting here, watching Blue and Gon cook and stuff...]
Oh. [he blinks, then, his tired face breaks into an easy smile.]
Heheh, I guess. I had a lot of fun, though.
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Whether you had fun or not isnt the issue.... [He grumbles, face pinking again while its turned away into the fridge.] Anyway, you can have fun without suffering through this, isn't that better?
[Heās trying not to bring up... exactly what happened....]
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[Killua doesn't really want to pry, anyway—not around his emotional state at the time or anything. but there's one matter of contention. his eyes narrow.]
Hey, what were you doing drinking with that guy, anyway?
[BAD VIBES. adults are bad. what the hell was Guzma thinking?]
How'd that even happen? The nerve of that shithead...
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[When Killua brings up what Blue had mentioned he previous night- ah, he remembers that too- Blue pauses mid-reach into the cupboard before continuing what he was doing, without turning around. He frowns though, more as though considering something difficult.]
[How the heck does he explain what happened with Guzma...]
Itās a long story... [He doesnāt even know where to begin. Killua never really heard about when Red first showed up, he thinks; and Blue has no desire to describe the terrible state he ended up in, the nosedive his mental health took, and how Guzma was the only one to demonstrate an understanding of any sort...]
[...Even if his solutions werenāt quite... the best...] That jerk irritates me and it always seems to be trouble dealing with him, but... heās helped me out a few times, believe it or not. [He purses his lips, turning slightly back to face Killua, more by necessity as he continues preparing brunch.] I canāt really explain it well except that his Roar is worse than his Bite. Once you get that, you can just ignore the dumb stuff he says okay.
[None of this is really an answer though, Blue realizes, and furrows his brow.] He was trying to cheer me up, I guess. He just really sucks at it.
āWhatever happened when you fought, I still assume he deserved it. He deserves whatever stupid stuff he gets himself into. Tch, I hope he gets attacked by one of those poor monsters he goes hunting. [Little does he know.]
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[KILLUA HAS NO MORALITY INVOLVED, just distaste for Guzma. he chews on the rest of what Blue has to say, resting against his hand like the night before, watching him thoughtfully. it's... nice, that Blue's still sharing with him, he thinks.]
I guess it's not hard to imagine the type...
[Killua's seen Guzma at "work" a couple of times; he's been itching to get into the ring with him, actually. obviously, Killua keeps this fact to himself...]
Still, getting a kid drunk to cheer them up. That guy's a mess. I mean, I kinda did the same thing, but that cuz I wanted to!
[so it's fine if minors drink as long as it's not with the assistance of an adult? okay Kil]
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[Haha... ha. He still doesnāt know.]
[Blue uncomfortably watches Killua process this. He was nervous about talking to him about Guzma, knowing their mutual dislike, and he didnāt blame Killua for that, either. But Guzma had done enough for him, in his clumsy ways, that... he didnāt think he could just pretend like he didnāt care. Even if Killua thought less of him for it... His stomach twists anxiously.]
And also, I know you donāt like Bug types, but Golisopod is a really nice PokĆ©mon. I like him a lot.... so you should be nice to him!
[With a satisfied, kind of cheerful grin, he adds] Heās a father now, anyway.
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[to the father bit, Killua pulls a weird expression, throwing him totally off guard before he can give any sort of retort to the idea of being nice to a bug.]
Huh? How the hell does that work?
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[As for the question, Blue gives him a flat work. Like.... in theory? Does Killua not know where babies come from.....?]
Bugs are living things that breed like anything else... Or did your parents never tell you? You didnāt get dropped outta the sky by a Togekiss.
[At this rate, even if Killua didnāt understand Blue would probably only confuse him more....]
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[Killua leans back with a laugh.]
Jeez! Of course they told me. I was the heir apparent, you know! [very clinically and matter of factly, when Killua was probably too young to really care to know. but, all the same.] No, I mean—there's another one of those things running around in Verens, or what?
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We dunno who the mom is.... [Blue taps a finger to his lower lip.] For some reason, Golisopod is being really sneaky about it...
I wonder if itās a PokĆ©mon whose trainer Guzma doesnāt like... Maybe like a forbidden romance!
[Blue gushes this suggestion mischievously, and a little charmed at the idea. Heās.... a romantic, okay.]
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Anyway, it seems that there may be more eggs around. If you see any eggs about this big, [Blue motions- the size of a football] beige with green splotches on it, lemme know, okay? I don't want them getting picked up by people who dunno what they are...
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[Blue says like it's the most obvious thing. Sheesh, Killua!!] ...I wonder who it is, though.... I don't know everyone's PokƩmon so well, so I don't know who has a female PokƩmon that would be compatible with Golisopod. Another bug.... or a crustacean Water-type...
None come to mind..... Hmm. [Blue sinks his chin into his hand, and munches on some berries.] Even PokƩmon want to start a family sometimes, I guess.
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[Killua's expression goes flat with a little scoff.]
It's probably something less romantic than that, Blue...
[biological imperatives...]
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Hmm... [Blue squints, rubs his chin, and tries to decide how to explain this... He pulls his PokƩdex and fiddles around, eventually producing for Killua a photo of an ancient-looking stone carving.]
Scientists believe all non-legendary PokƩmon have a common ancient ancestor! It was called 'Mew'... It might be extinct now, but we don't really know.
[He pockets his dex again.] And, since they all have a common ancestor, there's some commonality in genetics between a lot of PokƩmon... Recent research has been done to sort them into breeding groups as the understanding of PokƩmon compatibility and breeding grows. There's a student of my gramps, Professor Elm, in Johto- that's specialized area of study.
...Are you okay? You look like you're about to pass out again. [Maybe this is all a little much for hungover, late-morning Killua to grasp...]
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I mean... I'm sleepy, still, I guess. But I'm gonna give it another thirty minutes...
[normally, Killua likes to get his training out early, but..... not today...]
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