More followers?!
"--What? More guests? I wasn't expecting anyone else to come! Welcome... I guess".
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More followers?!
"--What? More guests? I wasn't expecting anyone else to come! Welcome... I guess".
Darknesslookstolight || Together Again
It'd been a while since they'd interacted properly, Gon and Killua. Upon some prompting, Gon had been able to convince his father to allow him back to Sicily for a short period of time, explaining he needed to go back and see his friend whenever possible. By some miracle, Gon had been granted this wish and within days he was in Sicily once more, where Killua resided and went to school. Gon counted his lucky stars that he was able to see Killua again before something terrible should happen to either of them.
Soon, the boy found himself in front of their hideout, a small smile spreading across his lips as he thought about finally getting to be with Killua again for a little while. One week, in fact! Gon sat down on the sandy beach lazily, pulling out his cellphone. Sloppily and with numerous typos all throughout -- especially since Gon couldn't figure out how to backspace -- the dark haired Hunter sent a text to Killua, alerting him finally to the fact that he was at their hideout.
'kkilua im at teh beach near our hiedouut. lets meet/'
...Gon wasn't very good at this, quite frankly. He retried it a few times, deleting the text entirely before redoing it, only to get similar painfully bad results. Eventually he gave up entirely and just hit the send button, supposing Killua would most likely get the message.
"Can I have mine?"
“Your country will be Laos.”
"... uh, I need help." | darknesslookstolight
Rolling the pebbles around in one hand, Mamimi used the other to pluck one up between her fingers. She aimed as best as she could, before letting the rock fly towards Killua's dorm room's closed window; a small clink being made, before the pebble fell back down to Earth.
She did this several more times, worrying her bottom lip with a canine all the while. "Bunny boy... where are you... ugh..."
"Envelope thing"
♫ — “When the sky turns gray and everything is screaming, I will reach inside—just to find my heart is beating. Oh, you tell me to hold on. Oh, you tell me to hold on. But innocence is gone, and what was right is wrong…”
“Bleeding Out, by Imagine Dragons. Actually kinda dark, once ya listen to the lyrics. Still, a nice song.”
eight people have joined the moe brigade ~ ☆
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☆ -- "Hey there, ladies and gents! What can I do for y'all?" Konata greeted with a smirk, excited to see so many new faces in such a short period of time. Guess she was pretty popular, huh?
A pause before Killua raised his hand and patted the other's head a little and kind of hugged her back. He was quiet too, half waiting for her to say something first while at the same time thinking about what he might want to say.
Mamimi shifted her head to the side, brushing her lips against Killua’s neck, and then up it slowly to suck at an earlobe; catching the flesh between her canines and pulling gently. She stuck her tongue out, and licked the shell of his ear, nibbling on the side of it afterwards.
Still, she said nothing—breathing ragged and quiet, body undulating against the boy’s in an almost unnoticeable motion. The redhead was “taking out frustrations” on her plaything, and for that, she believed that words would only get in the way.
"Hmm..." Looking at her sitting there like that for a minute before he shifts and takes a seat beside her, close enough to be leaned on.
Mamimi twitched, before slowly turning her head and starting at Killua through hooded eyes. Without a word, she reached her arms out and wrapped them around his neck, pushing her body forward until they were sprawled out on the ground; Mamimi laying with her legs spread and her arms clutched tight around the boy’s neck and shoulders.