[to say that it's coincidence that Killua looks so calm is over simple—he knows to portray himself that way, especially when teeming so much as he is with nerves. his hands are clenched in his pockets, despite how slack and unbothered his composure comes across otherwise.
and to say Gon's exactly as Killua expects when he spots him is simply, absolutely, correct. but he can't help the way his eyes widen, his heart fluttering with excitement in his ribs. somehow, every time he sees Gon, it ignites this tremendous well of emotions that Killua's always so hesitant to pick out and name. but it's dazzling. somehow, every time, it's like that. but aside from the slight parting of his lips, like he's surprised, Killua's reaction is deliberately subdued.
he doesn't even think to guard himself as Gon comes barreling towards him, which definitely does kind of knock him a little off center. he sputters when Gon's arms crush around him, the pressing subsequently of their torsos, the warmth and closeness thankfully so muffled by many layers of clothing.
he lets out a heavy breath when Gon relents, and for how much Killua likes Gon's hugs—he seldom reciprocates them... too shy.]
...Um.
[Killua had wondered if he should have told Gon that he wanted Alluka to stay behind, this time—after all, Killua knows Gon is just aware of how tense and fraught things really are, between the two of them. but Alluka is a bridge without support in those issues, right? and Killua had contacted Gon with his earnest feelings... so maybe it was best that they didn't have an out.
probably dangerous, too. Killua knows that as well. hopefully it's the right decision, but it feels like... right and wrong is totally random, and Killua sometimes can't see what's what until it's too late.
so... they'd see. Killua swallows, scratching his cheek.]
...She's good. She's with Bisky, actually. Just for this trip.
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and to say Gon's exactly as Killua expects when he spots him is simply, absolutely, correct. but he can't help the way his eyes widen, his heart fluttering with excitement in his ribs. somehow, every time he sees Gon, it ignites this tremendous well of emotions that Killua's always so hesitant to pick out and name. but it's dazzling. somehow, every time, it's like that. but aside from the slight parting of his lips, like he's surprised, Killua's reaction is deliberately subdued.
he doesn't even think to guard himself as Gon comes barreling towards him, which definitely does kind of knock him a little off center. he sputters when Gon's arms crush around him, the pressing subsequently of their torsos, the warmth and closeness thankfully so muffled by many layers of clothing.
he lets out a heavy breath when Gon relents, and for how much Killua likes Gon's hugs—he seldom reciprocates them... too shy.]
...Um.
[Killua had wondered if he should have told Gon that he wanted Alluka to stay behind, this time—after all, Killua knows Gon is just aware of how tense and fraught things really are, between the two of them. but Alluka is a bridge without support in those issues, right? and Killua had contacted Gon with his earnest feelings... so maybe it was best that they didn't have an out.
probably dangerous, too. Killua knows that as well. hopefully it's the right decision, but it feels like... right and wrong is totally random, and Killua sometimes can't see what's what until it's too late.
so... they'd see. Killua swallows, scratching his cheek.]
...She's good. She's with Bisky, actually. Just for this trip.