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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.]
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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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[These naggy, caring instincts came easily to Blue, ingrained in him by those of his sister. He fusses about a little more, wondering what would be good for this kind of illness... Dammit, he doesn't want to ask one of the adults. They'll just be annoying and nosy about it!]
[He tries to remember what Archie did, when he woke up, other than the trashcan and water... Tea? Maybe tea. He reaches up into the cupboard for the kettle.]