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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua didn't have a lot of experience when it came to baking. He wasn't supposed to be a baker when he grew up so he had other priorities when he was younger in the first place. The assassin didn't have any need to make homemade anything, as the butlers that he grew up around would pretty much make anything that he wanted. If he talked about exactly what he had when he lived in the castle that he grew up in, he knew that some of the clanners would probably look at him with shock as to how he could leave such a lavish life. They would never know the horrors that went behind the walls, things done that didn't correlate with anyone's morals. Torture. Death. That was all that was really allowed in a place like that. It wasn't a sanctuary. It was a prison. Sure he had butlers that did whatever he wanted, but at that age he began to run out of ideas of really what he wanted to do. Instead, Killua just went around doing whatever he wanted instead of asking the butlers. He did end up killing butlers when he wasn't in a good mood and they were in the wrong place and wrong time. His family never really got upset when something like that happened out of the factor that they could always hire more. The training process though was extremely extensive, their butlers not even remotely weak when it comes into regard with an animal that doesn't have any powers that they can use. The assassin had watched the training that the butlers had gone through, and it like with the Zoldyck theme, it was torturous. They had to go through different similations of what could possibly happen at the gates of where they lived, which had guard dogs. Well, more like one giant guard dog instead of multiple. Anyone that would try and test their luck to getting to their estate would be ripped to shreds. If they weren't by the animals that lived in the forest, they would be ripped to shreds by the butlers themselves. They kept security and comfort to the maximum, and knew that no matter what they did they could never go up against a Zoldyck. They were as loyal as they could ever be, and it was something that the Zoldyck's appreciated and looked for. Killua had the ability to conjure up items when he was just a kitten, so if he wanted to have candy or anything sweet he would just conjure it up himself. He never thought of specifics when he conjured up food, andn so most of the food he did eat just ended up tasting completely plain in his mind. He could ask a butler to make him his favorite food, but that grew old when he couldn't think of different types of food. It wasn't until he met his adopted sister Amorette in the clan before this one that he realized how good baked goods could actually be instead of just eating candy over and over again. Muffins, cakes, cinnamon rolls, and more. She made them because she enjoyed seeing him happy when it came to the sweets that he was able to get a hold of. It had been the first way that he started to bond with her. Having met mostly in the cave that they ended up getting trapped in due to the cave in. She had offered him a lollipop while they thought of ideas, confusing Killua, but he took it with silent gratitude. Maybe he could be easily influenced by candy, but while he was immune to poison he didn't really have anything to worry about.
Compared to some of the clanners Killua didn't really have any sort of hobby that he could do to keep him busy. Which wasn't very good being an assassin that was trying not to be one. It made it extremely contradictory as he figured out what he really wanted to do with his life and whether or not it was worth it. He enjoyed seeing others around him being happy as well as his adopted sister felt in the clan before this one. He didn't know why it gave him a fuzzy feeling. Maybe it was also because it was rare to be around those that actually showed emotion. In the household that he ended up growing up in, no one showed emotions. Everyone always had a neutral look to their face, except maybe Milluki but the large cougar always had to complain about something. He deserved to get attacked like what he had done to him when he did say that he was leaving the place. It wasn't uncommon for other Zoldyck members to attack one another in a disagreement, especially if emotions were high. But they weren't allowed to kill each other, as that was drilled into their minds when they were younger. A family business couldn't work when they were constantly at each others throat. Everyone older than him was extremley hard even for Killua to read. He was able to pick up on a couple of quirks that his family did when they were feeling something specific, but anything else was really difficult for him to get passed. Illumi being the culprit most of the time considering that he never had any emotion on his face. Since he was a kitten he always had the same look. The other had never smiled. Killua imagined that the other would only smile if he was killing someone. The way Killua used to when he first starte out taking the lives of others. He was a weapon that he had created, but he wanted to be something better. Something more. Killua had finished the cookie that he had been eating, and moved to grab another one from the bag. He listened to the other speak while he ate, having some chocolate stick to his lips which he would use his tongue wipe off the excess. A smirk spread across the assassin's jaws as he waved the cookie that was currently impaled on one of his metal claws. "Well since you make too much, I'd be more than happy to take them off your hands." Killua stated, and he meant every word of it. It was his addiction, probably not a healthy one, but it was something he enjoyed. The other form of security blanket that he had in order to keep him calm while he interacted with others. Being extremely observant since he was a, kitten, however, it wasn't hard for Killua to know the hesitation that the other felt about his question. He would inwardly smile at the small victory that he had as he figured out that the other's past probably wasn't the best and something that he didn't want to talk about. Killua would keep that in mind in case he ever needed to bring up the other's past. Which he currently had no intention of doing. At the moment, Jacob was the only clanner he had talked to the most. Killua only took one bite out of his cookie as the other gave his story. Jersey? Was that the old man that tried hitting on the dog not too long ago? Maybe, but he doesn't know a lot of names that were in the clan right now. He knew that meet and greets were a thing, but he himself didn't want to give out too much information. His name was almost giving out a bit too much for his liking. "City huh? I kind of figured that you were probably from a populated place." Killua stated nonchalantly. There were many factors that played into the personality of others, and where they grew up was an easy sign for him to pick up. Those that grew up in the city usually had an easier time with being around others compared to those that were used to being out in a rural area. "Probably a big change compared to livin' in a city I reckon." Killua stated again calmly, as he finished the cookie that had been on his claw, licking his lips for a couple of seconds before putting the paw down on the ground. One would think that after one asked a question, he would then give some information about himself. Killua wasn't that easy to get information out of, however. "Do you have any other hobbies than baking and knitting?" Killua questioned again, and it was usually asquestionestiont o answer. Why did he ask it though? He wanted to understand the other's schedule. Any sort of baking and knitting were usually done inside of the camp. Killua wanted to know if the other went out of camp for any reason Just in case he would ever need that information later on.
Compared to some of the clanners Killua didn't really have any sort of hobby that he could do to keep him busy. Which wasn't very good being an assassin that was trying not to be one. It made it extremely contradictory as he figured out what he really wanted to do with his life and whether or not it was worth it. He enjoyed seeing others around him being happy as well as his adopted sister felt in the clan before this one. He didn't know why it gave him a fuzzy feeling. Maybe it was also because it was rare to be around those that actually showed emotion. In the household that he ended up growing up in, no one showed emotions. Everyone always had a neutral look to their face, except maybe Milluki but the large cougar always had to complain about something. He deserved to get attacked like what he had done to him when he did say that he was leaving the place. It wasn't uncommon for other Zoldyck members to attack one another in a disagreement, especially if emotions were high. But they weren't allowed to kill each other, as that was drilled into their minds when they were younger. A family business couldn't work when they were constantly at each others throat. Everyone older than him was extremley hard even for Killua to read. He was able to pick up on a couple of quirks that his family did when they were feeling something specific, but anything else was really difficult for him to get passed. Illumi being the culprit most of the time considering that he never had any emotion on his face. Since he was a kitten he always had the same look. The other had never smiled. Killua imagined that the other would only smile if he was killing someone. The way Killua used to when he first starte out taking the lives of others. He was a weapon that he had created, but he wanted to be something better. Something more. Killua had finished the cookie that he had been eating, and moved to grab another one from the bag. He listened to the other speak while he ate, having some chocolate stick to his lips which he would use his tongue wipe off the excess. A smirk spread across the assassin's jaws as he waved the cookie that was currently impaled on one of his metal claws. "Well since you make too much, I'd be more than happy to take them off your hands." Killua stated, and he meant every word of it. It was his addiction, probably not a healthy one, but it was something he enjoyed. The other form of security blanket that he had in order to keep him calm while he interacted with others. Being extremely observant since he was a, kitten, however, it wasn't hard for Killua to know the hesitation that the other felt about his question. He would inwardly smile at the small victory that he had as he figured out that the other's past probably wasn't the best and something that he didn't want to talk about. Killua would keep that in mind in case he ever needed to bring up the other's past. Which he currently had no intention of doing. At the moment, Jacob was the only clanner he had talked to the most. Killua only took one bite out of his cookie as the other gave his story. Jersey? Was that the old man that tried hitting on the dog not too long ago? Maybe, but he doesn't know a lot of names that were in the clan right now. He knew that meet and greets were a thing, but he himself didn't want to give out too much information. His name was almost giving out a bit too much for his liking. "City huh? I kind of figured that you were probably from a populated place." Killua stated nonchalantly. There were many factors that played into the personality of others, and where they grew up was an easy sign for him to pick up. Those that grew up in the city usually had an easier time with being around others compared to those that were used to being out in a rural area. "Probably a big change compared to livin' in a city I reckon." Killua stated again calmly, as he finished the cookie that had been on his claw, licking his lips for a couple of seconds before putting the paw down on the ground. One would think that after one asked a question, he would then give some information about himself. Killua wasn't that easy to get information out of, however. "Do you have any other hobbies than baking and knitting?" Killua questioned again, and it was usually asquestionestiont o answer. Why did he ask it though? He wanted to understand the other's schedule. Any sort of baking and knitting were usually done inside of the camp. Killua wanted to know if the other went out of camp for any reason Just in case he would ever need that information later on.
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