04-19-2018, 12:51 AM
Would anyone believe she had never had even one friend before coming to Snowbound? London had always tried her best to make some, but it had never really worked out that way. They always disappeared before any sort of bond could develop. Either continuing on their travels or just distancing themselves from her for whatever reason. At one point she had given up entirely, but she had had a change of heart since then. She no longer wished to be lonely, as she had already seen what that looked like. Not only that, but she did not wish anyone else to be lonely either. There was just no fun in that. Which is why she tried her best to be friendly to everyone, no matter who they were, and no matter what they had done wrong. She didn't wish to judge anyone, even if that sometimes proved to be difficult. She did her best to be nice to Guru after all, even though she was afraid of the caracal after what she'd done. The Typhoon member was also a possible future friend in her eyes, even after everything that had happened.
Perhaps there was something wrong with the clouded leopard. Some piece of common sense or some life lesson that just flew over her head. After all, she knew Killua was a murderer and she yet had still decided to surprise him with some hot chocolate to make him feel better. Sure, the deaths he had caused had been of self defense, in her eyes at least, but that did not change the fact that he was capable of such a task. And here she was, trying to call him a friend, too. Was it just naivety, was she just completely oblivious? No, that really couldn't be it. The poor families of those deceased would never get to see their loved ones again, there would be much grief within their hearts, and London had experienced this first hand when she had been left completely without any of her family. She could relate to them, feel their pain in a way. And yet she still wished to carry out a casual conversation with the one who had committed murder. How? What was she missing?
Perhaps it was something that could be taught, just like who to address formally? If so, perhaps Killua might be able to help her out one day, seeing as he seemed to know so much. Then again, anyone would easily know more than London when it came to social situations. She apologized to someone who had victimized her, and learned her manners from fairy tales. "Oh, so that's how it works." the girl remarked, laughing at her own cluelessness. Maybe she should have placed her trust in something a little more reliable than story books, but most other books were uninteresting to her. This just gave her a reason to broaden her horizon, though it would be difficult to find any legible books in the tundra, seeing as her current selection would be of no help. Unless of course she chose to borrow someone else's, but she would rather not wish to inconvenience anybody just for her own education and entertainment.
As the boy spoke again, London couldn't help but smile a little brighter than she had been. He had noticed. It was not that she did not believe he would, Killua seemed to notice a lot of things, but rather it made her happy to see that her alteration was something the albino serval had found pleasant. After all, she found it pleasant too. "Yeah, I did. Thanks." the girl would say. No one had ever told her that anything she had done was awesome, besides her brothers when they were little, but at the age they had been back then everything seemed awesome. The compliment was something she was grateful for, though she did not really know how to react, besides of course thanking Killua. That had been the obvious choice.
Then of course it he came to question her stuttered mess of what had been an attempt at a fairly simple word. London was not sure what to make of the shocked look on his features, was he that revolted by the idea of being her friend? Sure, London knew she was not all that great, she was unknowlegable and a single attack could end up costing her her life, she was likely the biggest liability in the whole clan, but that should not particularly matter when it came to making friends, at least it didn't in her storybooks. Or perhaps was it some other sort of shock, amazement that she would even consider him a friend? Someone so confident and brave, who was able to speak his mind with such ease, and fought battles with such grace and skill. Killua was absolutely stunning in her eyes, although most everyone she'd met here was. But what if he did not wish for her friendship? What if she had just needlessly complicated everything, just because she believed she had found someone whom she would like to call her first ever friend.
"Yes, I do." The words came out a bit stronger than expected, especially for how little confidence there seemed to be in her answer. Had she been less honest, she may have found another f-word that would have been able to fill that gap, but currently she was too freaked out to even think to attempt such a thing. London was unsure how to continue. She'd never had a friend before, nor had she even met anyone who she had even thought about calling a friend before. Wasn't that strange? Especially for the girl who had wanted to make friends more than anything else in the whole wide world just a couple of months ago. "Is there something wrong with that?" she would inquire. The clouded leopard briefly wondered if she should confess to Killua about her lack of experience in the friendship department, but surely her words made that obvious enough.
Perhaps there was something wrong with the clouded leopard. Some piece of common sense or some life lesson that just flew over her head. After all, she knew Killua was a murderer and she yet had still decided to surprise him with some hot chocolate to make him feel better. Sure, the deaths he had caused had been of self defense, in her eyes at least, but that did not change the fact that he was capable of such a task. And here she was, trying to call him a friend, too. Was it just naivety, was she just completely oblivious? No, that really couldn't be it. The poor families of those deceased would never get to see their loved ones again, there would be much grief within their hearts, and London had experienced this first hand when she had been left completely without any of her family. She could relate to them, feel their pain in a way. And yet she still wished to carry out a casual conversation with the one who had committed murder. How? What was she missing?
Perhaps it was something that could be taught, just like who to address formally? If so, perhaps Killua might be able to help her out one day, seeing as he seemed to know so much. Then again, anyone would easily know more than London when it came to social situations. She apologized to someone who had victimized her, and learned her manners from fairy tales. "Oh, so that's how it works." the girl remarked, laughing at her own cluelessness. Maybe she should have placed her trust in something a little more reliable than story books, but most other books were uninteresting to her. This just gave her a reason to broaden her horizon, though it would be difficult to find any legible books in the tundra, seeing as her current selection would be of no help. Unless of course she chose to borrow someone else's, but she would rather not wish to inconvenience anybody just for her own education and entertainment.
As the boy spoke again, London couldn't help but smile a little brighter than she had been. He had noticed. It was not that she did not believe he would, Killua seemed to notice a lot of things, but rather it made her happy to see that her alteration was something the albino serval had found pleasant. After all, she found it pleasant too. "Yeah, I did. Thanks." the girl would say. No one had ever told her that anything she had done was awesome, besides her brothers when they were little, but at the age they had been back then everything seemed awesome. The compliment was something she was grateful for, though she did not really know how to react, besides of course thanking Killua. That had been the obvious choice.
Then of course it he came to question her stuttered mess of what had been an attempt at a fairly simple word. London was not sure what to make of the shocked look on his features, was he that revolted by the idea of being her friend? Sure, London knew she was not all that great, she was unknowlegable and a single attack could end up costing her her life, she was likely the biggest liability in the whole clan, but that should not particularly matter when it came to making friends, at least it didn't in her storybooks. Or perhaps was it some other sort of shock, amazement that she would even consider him a friend? Someone so confident and brave, who was able to speak his mind with such ease, and fought battles with such grace and skill. Killua was absolutely stunning in her eyes, although most everyone she'd met here was. But what if he did not wish for her friendship? What if she had just needlessly complicated everything, just because she believed she had found someone whom she would like to call her first ever friend.
"Yes, I do." The words came out a bit stronger than expected, especially for how little confidence there seemed to be in her answer. Had she been less honest, she may have found another f-word that would have been able to fill that gap, but currently she was too freaked out to even think to attempt such a thing. London was unsure how to continue. She'd never had a friend before, nor had she even met anyone who she had even thought about calling a friend before. Wasn't that strange? Especially for the girl who had wanted to make friends more than anything else in the whole wide world just a couple of months ago. "Is there something wrong with that?" she would inquire. The clouded leopard briefly wondered if she should confess to Killua about her lack of experience in the friendship department, but surely her words made that obvious enough.
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