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"I hope they're nice. . ."
Fat chance. See, Killua wasn't the nicest little brat around. Hell, he was already interrogating the newcomer; those eyes and those large claws of his certainly weren't helping the case. And, to make matters worse, Jerseyboy had just arrived. Anyone that met him knew that he wasn't the most pleasant person to make acquaintances with, and Ross was just about to see for himself.
He would first address Killua as he padded over, shooting the other a questioning glance. "Ey, kid. Loosen up, will ya'? This guy givin' you some trouble?" He had no idea what he had against this guy, as there was zero context, but Ross didn't seem threatening. Not at all.
Jerseyboy whipped his attention back to the stranger, snorting, "Who're you, four-eyes?" He referred to his glasses. He had to wonder if he had provoked Killua in any way, which he highly doubted. It wasn't long before his attention was drawn to the.... whatever the hell that was. Jerseyboy froze in place, wrinkling his nose at the contraption before asking, "And what's up wid' that funny-lookin' ball you got there?" That was all he could describe it as. A ball. It looked like a big basketball, or a beach ball. Except it moved on its own, which was intriguing to the tuxedo tom.
"I hope they're nice. . ."
Fat chance. See, Killua wasn't the nicest little brat around. Hell, he was already interrogating the newcomer; those eyes and those large claws of his certainly weren't helping the case. And, to make matters worse, Jerseyboy had just arrived. Anyone that met him knew that he wasn't the most pleasant person to make acquaintances with, and Ross was just about to see for himself.
He would first address Killua as he padded over, shooting the other a questioning glance. "Ey, kid. Loosen up, will ya'? This guy givin' you some trouble?" He had no idea what he had against this guy, as there was zero context, but Ross didn't seem threatening. Not at all.
Jerseyboy whipped his attention back to the stranger, snorting, "Who're you, four-eyes?" He referred to his glasses. He had to wonder if he had provoked Killua in any way, which he highly doubted. It wasn't long before his attention was drawn to the.... whatever the hell that was. Jerseyboy froze in place, wrinkling his nose at the contraption before asking, "And what's up wid' that funny-lookin' ball you got there?" That was all he could describe it as. A ball. It looked like a big basketball, or a beach ball. Except it moved on its own, which was intriguing to the tuxedo tom.
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