[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]

Considering the last session that they had that somewhat dealt with drawing, Killua had obviously not been the best at the task. Instead, he had simply pressed his paw up against the marking well and that had been it. Ultimately, it had ended up with there being a giant paint fight, which Killua had been proud of at the time because it was something fun to do and that everyone could get involved with. As long as no one got paint in their eye then they didn't have any sort of problem. The one that did seem to be capable of drawing was London, as she had started to paint a landscape before the paint war ended up commencing. Killua knew that if someone taught him then maybe he would be good enough at drawing, but it wasn't about to be something he was going to ask about. He was an assassin after all, and the thought of drawing still seemed a little bit too childish even for the likes of him. Who just so happened to be one of the younger members in all of Snowbound ironically enough. It was even more ironic that he seemed to be one of the more stronger creatures that lived in Snowbound at the moment. Even funny actually. Either way, he wasn't an artist unless someone considered writing a message using their blood an art form. Not like Killua would ever bring something like that up in that regard though. Killua had no intention of learning how to draw, but he had an intention of bettering himself when it came to Japanese writing. His family often did it when they were sending messages to and from certain areas so that no one would be capable of reading the messages. It was definitely a task to go through when he was younger and one of the session's of training that he had gone through as well. Killua wanted to get back into his native language, and have more conversations with the likes of Izuku as well. That would keep him from getting rusty in that regard as well. The albino serval had been somewhat avoiding others on the factor that he didn't want anyone asking about the injuries that he was currently going through.

A couple faces had tried to ask him what was going on, and he would just simply snap at them and tell them to go ask Jacob about it instead of bothering him. The other always seemed to be everywhere though, and he wondered how long it would take for the canine to faint with exhaustion too. Either way, he had avoided people and was just getting back around to walking through camp and trying to pick up familiar and unfamiliar faces in that regard. Killua, of course, noticed those that gathered around certain areas, and he was usually drawn to see if something interesting was happening or not. Flicking one of his large white ears, the bandage covered serval began to make his way over toward the group and noticed that it was Jacob that was drawing. The raven was there, as well with Izuku and someone that he didn't recognize. Information that would gather later instead of introducing himself now. Killua stood slightly off to the side of the group, on the same side that Izuku was one. A bloodstain obvious on the bandage that was wrapped on his right arm. Killua then noticed a couple familiar colors that were peaking out of one of the stacks of pictures, and he doubted that Jacob would really care if he looked through all the stuff that he had made up to this point. Careful not to use his claws, he dragged the picture out of the pile and immediately recognized the figure. There was only one doberman he had come across with the clans, and Killua had to force himself to keep calm. He still didn't like the Typhoon, and yet Jacob seemed to be all over the group like they had drugged him. Maybe they did brainwash him while he was over there. Killua had caught onto how the other seemed to be interested in Pincher during the blind date event when the other had specifically asked for the leader himself, in a not so political way. "So one of Pincher huh?" Killua stated in a calm and yet testing ton toward the Chief. He raised a nonexistent eyebrow toward the male as if questioning what the canine was really thinking. The assassin wouldn't say anything further though as he watched to gauge his reaction.

snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons

[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]

Killua didn't know what it was like to have feelings for others. He knew what it was like to have a friend now, but other than that, the assassin had never been allowed to have any caring feelings for anyone. Did he care for his family? Yes, but not in the same protective way that he would care for someone like London right now. The clouded leopard meant more to him than she could probably ever think, and he would be around to make sure to tell her how important she was to him. The young male had no idea what it would feel ilke to fall for someone like what was happening with Jacob. The wildcat didn't think that he would ever find 'the one' that everyone talked about, and honestly he wasn't even trying to look. Instead, he was just looking to make a friend and have a life that he could enjoy instead of worrying about his family all of the time. This is the current goal that he wanted, even if the goal itself didn't sound all that difficult, if other knew the way that he had been brought up, the assassin probably would have been treated differently. Killua often wondered how Jacob would feel if he ever revealed to him that he was an assassin. Afraid of him? Probably. He wouldn't blame the other considering that most of the creatures in Snowbound weren't capable of defending themselves all that well. Killua also didn't hate the clan leader either. The other was capable of making decisions that concerned the clans, but that didn't mean that Killua was going to agree with them either. The wildcat had no reason to agree with the creature that was in charge of a place like this. He hated the idea of being controlled, and as long as Jacob didn't force him to do something that he didn't enjoy, such as trying to be nice to the Typhoon, he wouldn't have any reason to argue with the other. Jacob was a quick learner as he was quick to realize that Killua needed space to even be able to function around the canine. He knew that he shouldn't bug Killua constantly about his injuries, and Killua appreciated it. He had never harbored any sort of ill will toward the older male, as the other had obviously been through a lot. Killua also wasn't going to follow everything that Jacob said. Eventually he would make a decision his own and probably against Jacob's orders because he knows that there is nothing that Jacob can do to physically stop him. Reading body language had been part of his training when he was younger, and he could immediately tell by Jacob's reaction he shouldn't have been able to find the painting that he had made for the Typhoon leader. He was more disgusted at the thought of the Typhoon instead of the interest that Jacob had with the group living next to the ocean. He could care less about Jacob's personal feelings, he just hated the general idea of the Typhoon. Killua kept a nonexistent eyebrow raised at Jacob when the other began to give him his reasoning for the painting. The other was lying. That much Killua could tell as the other had stammered over his sentence when he first started, and just the panic that he could see in the other's eyes. "Uh-huh and-" Killua's voice was cut off at the appearance of Stark before he could finish what he was about to say. Considering the tone that he had been about to use, it was obvious that Killua didn't believe a word that Jacob said. It was nothing against the Chief, a simple bad habit to always think that whoever he was talking to was lying to him. When Stark interrupted him, Killua would let out a low huff as he would push the painting back toward Jacob's direction. "More like the only talent you have is getting smashed under buildings." Killua would state with a smirk spread across his jaws as he looks up at the tiger. Killua still never let that instance down with the tiger. It was hilarious to the serval, even if the other didn't find it all that funny, Killua did. However, it was obvious that the topic of Typhoon seemed to have been dropped, thanks to Stark's appearance.

snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons