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

Music wasn't something that Killua ended up getting a lot of growing up. He was pretty sure the majority of his family didn't even really realize what music was half of the time. The assassin didn't really care for it all that much, especially if the music ended up being too loud. He was a serval after all, and his sensitive hearing could also mean that it could make certain interactions with others a little bit difficult for him if he wasn't careful enough. Either way, he just spent most of his childhood eating candy and just doing the usual trainng that he was tasked with as a Zoldyck member and nothing else. Unlike Jersey, Killua had no reason to try and show his skills to others. He knew a couple yo-yo tricks, although his yo-yo's were primarily weapons instead of the likes of toys that someone would think. He had to be careful when he lifted them because if he dropped one on any of his appendages it would probably snap them in half in a matter of seconds. Killua had no intention of really sharing anything about himself with others that he was currently living around. He technically was their deputy right now, but the young male had no intention of trying to do his job while Leigh was around. If the other left and he was forced with the decision of becoming leader or not, he would simply give the responsibility to someone else. Becoming leader would mean that he would have a chance of his brother figuring out what he was since new leaders usually spread pretty quickly when it came to the news aspect of it. Besides, he didn't want to worry about doing meager tasks over and over again. that was just boring to him. He'd rather go on any sort of adventure instead. It was rare that Killua actually decided to visit the camp, as he had his own cave. He had been avoiding others since he had killed those two animals a couple days ago and others didn't really seem to blame him for what had happened. After all, he had made it seem like it was self defense, which was a complete lie but the clanners weren't tough enough to see through the illusion that he had placed.

He had bandages across his torso and around his shoulder, still no scent of blood coming from him as he walked silently. He did however though, have a lollipop in his mouth. He felt like it had been forever since he tasted candy, he didn't know why. It was usually his go too when he wanted to snack on anything. He was almost passed the cave that was Snowbound camp when he heard the sound of a guitar. He wasn't uncultured to the point that he didn't know what the instrument was. Killua paused for a moment, debating whether or not to investigate what was happening. Sighing to himself, he might as well do something, even if he had a killer headache right now. As he approached the back portion of the cave, he recognized two familiar faces. Jersey. The old man he didn't quite enjoy the company of. And Gon. He wasn't sure what to think of the other male just yet, but he was still somewhat curious about what other powers the other had. His sapphire blue eyes looked calmly at the domestic cat that had his guitar and was seeing. The serval guessed that he wasn't all that bad Killua took a seat at least five feet away from the others. Out of his own consideration of his personal space. He swirled the piece of candy that was in his mouth. "I guess you aren't that bad old man." Killua said with a shrug of his shoulders. It was an honest comment, and the other could take it however he wanted to. His attention turned to Gon who seemed to be enjoying the music right now. "I didn't think you would know what music was." Killua said in almost the same tone, but there was a hint of teasing for what he said. He said this out of consideration that the other wasn't from the clans. And that most that weren't from the clans didn't know a lot about human objects that existed.

snowbound -- snowseeker -- male -- 8 moons