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[jacob w.c.]

JACOB W. corleone

✯ — he'll be the best of us

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Jacob heard the unfamiliar voices long before he saw anyone. At first, he dismissed them. He smelled and heard a lot of things he shouldn't and everything was better if he just pretended he wasn't aware of any of it. However, then he heard Killua growling and his body tensed. He froze, unsure of what to do for a moment. He could see teeth tearing into flesh, animals ripping each other apart- no, no, no. He was overreacting. It was just a growl. He'd be fine. Still, his heard pounded and he hurried towards the duo on unsteady paws. When he arrived, he allowed himself to relax when he saw the man and some sort of... robot? He'd read about them before but he'd never seen anything quite like it. The boy's eyes widened and his previously tense reaction faded to a light smile as his tail began to wag behind him."Oh wow! Hi! What's that? I've never seen nothin' like th-" words flowed from his lips without hesitation and he didn't seem to have much control over what was being said. Then he glanced to Killua and took in a sharp breath, as though remembering why he'd been worried. He cleared his throat and added, "Killua? Is somethin' wrong? I don' see why we shouldn' 'elp 'em out if they're lost. They don' seem ta' wanna' do no harm or anythin'." His tone held nothing but confusion and he kept stealing glances towarads the two foreigners. He clearly had plenty of questions to ask but he knew better than to do that now. It was better to get this all settled first. Then he could ask about the cute little robot. 

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