[Killua shoots a scowl at Blue, turning with a defensive set of his jaw. This haughty pretty boy talks like the type who's never had his ass kicked...]
I'm average height for my age, the men in my family are tall, and I'm fit as fuck! I could probably bench more than anyone else at this stupid school! They probably couldn't keep as much as a four pack if they tried...
[Like his parents would allow for anything less. The Zoldyck's reputation in this country were all just shadowy, sketchy whispers—at home, they were more well known for the deadly forces that they were. Which was annoying, because it meant that Killua was basically tossed into a pretty strict body training routine before he was barely 12.]
Anyway, what's with you? You asked. What're you tryin' to do, huh, measure me up? You think I give a crap about impressing you? Cuz you're an Oak, or whatever?
[Killua's posture slumps in a slouch, clearly put off; his arms are crossed and his body distance is tense, his tired eyes scathing on Blue, but his tone sounds bruised.]
All you elite yuppie types are the same... Quit messing with me.
[Killua's arms tighten a little, and there's a cold, lonely feeling in the pit of his stomach. He misses Gon. He was a broke weirdo from some island, but got into Killua's elite school on grants and scholarships for his unusual, abundant talents, and his dad was some notorious outlaw type.
No one came close to that, and no one could understand Killua.]
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[Killua shoots a scowl at Blue, turning with a defensive set of his jaw. This haughty pretty boy talks like the type who's never had his ass kicked...]
I'm average height for my age, the men in my family are tall, and I'm fit as fuck! I could probably bench more than anyone else at this stupid school! They probably couldn't keep as much as a four pack if they tried...
[Like his parents would allow for anything less. The Zoldyck's reputation in this country were all just shadowy, sketchy whispers—at home, they were more well known for the deadly forces that they were. Which was annoying, because it meant that Killua was basically tossed into a pretty strict body training routine before he was barely 12.]
Anyway, what's with you? You asked. What're you tryin' to do, huh, measure me up? You think I give a crap about impressing you? Cuz you're an Oak, or whatever?
[Killua's posture slumps in a slouch, clearly put off; his arms are crossed and his body distance is tense, his tired eyes scathing on Blue, but his tone sounds bruised.]
All you elite yuppie types are the same... Quit messing with me.
[Killua's arms tighten a little, and there's a cold, lonely feeling in the pit of his stomach. He misses Gon. He was a broke weirdo from some island, but got into Killua's elite school on grants and scholarships for his unusual, abundant talents, and his dad was some notorious outlaw type.
No one came close to that, and no one could understand Killua.]