ALL IT EVER LEADS TO IS BAD THINGS | {P, LONDON}

[london r.]

//me too!

They were both searching to figure out how to make friends, it seemed, as London had yet to make any of her own either. She had grown up with just her family, so it was not as though she had the opportunity to make friends yet. She had no need to leave her beloved gas station back when her family still resided there, but after her brothers had fallen ill, and her mother had decided to end her own existence, London had had nothing keeping her there anymore. Everywhere she went, memories had seemed to haunt her. There was the tree whose shadow had scared the crap out of Bennett, her brother believing it to be a monster. There was the tree that Maria had broken her leg falling out of, her mother having tried to impress London with her skills. She hadn't believed being on her own to be that bad until then, when her dreams were plagued by those she could no longer surround herself with. It had caused her to seek company, afraid to be on her own any longer.

She no longer had a family, besides the father she had never met. Perhaps that was what caused the albino to search for a place where she could find friends. She had tried a few times before, joining small groups of loners, but before long it became obvious they weren't interested in befriending her. Whatever was it that had made them act so strangely towards her, the girl had never found out. She had run though, but here in Snowbound she actually felt welcome. Her first attempt in making a friend after joining had gone horribly wrong, ending in a near death experience, but since then she had been shown kindness. She felt as if she really could be a part of this group, that she wouldn't have to run away again. This was the place, she had thought. This was the place where she could make friends, the place she would not have to regret coming to. Though if she were to ever leave, she would hope to find a group just as kind and accepting as this one. The thought of leaving was far from the girl's mind though, as there was no need to think such thoughts just yet, and hopefully it would never come to that.

London's smile would brighten as Killua acknowledged her, seeming to not be too freaked out by earlier events, though perhaps that was just a facade. He didn't need to do that in front of her though, after all she had come to make sure he was okay. The girl did not know the real story behind the deaths, and perhaps if she did she would react differently. But she was already beginning to consider the albino serval a friend of hers, and her opinion would likely not change too drastically if she knew the truth. After all she had known of her mother's questionable habits and still found it just as easy to love her. Though the things her mother had done and what Killua did were incomparable in such a way, unfortunately. As one who did her best to believe the best of everyone, maybe London would somehow find some unknown reason to believe herself to be responsible once again, or maybe would distance herself from the boy, or perhaps she would just accept it and do her best to help him move away from his past as an assassin. That was what friends were supposed to do right?

At his words, the girl would find herself confused. She was not supposed to address him formally? In all the novels she had read, people were always addressed each other in such a way. She had already been told by Jacob not to call him that, which had also been thoroughly confusing. Sure, she had never spoken to her family in such a way, but was that not how one was normally supposed to speak to people that one did not know too well? None of the others here were that formal she supposed, so perhaps she should stop? What should she say instead? Oh, this was confusing! But she would try it, she would figure it out. "Okay then, Killua!"  the girl would say. Mission accomplished? Alright, that was really easy! She was just making a big deal out of nothing, go figure.

Then he accepted her offer of the hot beverage, how pleasant! It seemed she had done the right thing bringing the hot chocolate, no need to think up anything else. What a relief too, she would not have known what to do with the drink if he had refused. She supposed she could have just drank it all, but somehow that seemed rude. Oh! She could have offered him some soda instead, no duh! Handing over a mug, she would take a sip of her own mug, enjoying the warmth that spread it through her body. Yum! However, the question was not something she had prepared for. The girl should have expected it from the serval, but somehow the thought that he would question her purpose had not come to mind. "Oh, I just thought it would be nice to share some since it's pretty cold and everything. And also because I wanted to make sure you're okay. Y'know, since we're f-fffff." she would explain, rambling a little. However, she choked on that last word, unsure if she could actually call him her friend. Would he consider himself to be friends with her? Would he even like to be friends with someone like her, who could die from a single scratch, and who always apologized, and who knew random facts about space? Wasn't she totally weird, who would want to be friends with someone like her?