05-12-2019, 03:55 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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One could say that Killua had an addiction when it came to candy. Well, they would be right. He had been eating candy since he had lived in the mansion with his family. It was one of the few things in life that he had come to enjoy as time has progressed. The assassin could care less about how unhealthy it was for him to eat so much candy all the time. No one had ever really tried to make him stop eating candy or tried to better his diet, which he was grateful too as he was far too stubborn to let anyone change that. Besides, anything that wasn't sweet always tasted like cardboard thanks to his damage tastebuds on his tongue. Having something poured down one's throat that could eat away at flesh would certainly damage any flesh that it did indeed touch. There was some candy that he wouldn't eat though, and that was the candy that Circusclown had given him. Killua didn't have anything else to remember the former clan leader and refused to touch the small bag of candy that had been left for him once the male had killed himself. Killua kept most of his things outside of Elysium territory in case he ever needed to get his equipment and supplies. He actually had a couple of belongings to keep track of now, and he wouldn't let anyone try to steal from him if he could help it. The assassin enjoyed anything sweet and it wasn't just candy. He remembered when Amorette would make his pastries, muffins, scones, etc. Those were the days that he greatly enjoyed because he got to try new foods that Amorette could make because she was a great cook. The wildcat also had a resistance to most foods that could kill normal animals, such as chocolate.
Killua had an amazing immune system that fought off almost every illness one could think of, and his stomach was used to having poison dumped into it, so chocolate was child's play in that regard. The young male's ears turned in the direction of limping pawsteps that were heading toward him. He only knew of one creature that was injured and trying to heal themselves as best as possible. He should probably tell the old man that he was going to be checking his bondages over and over again to make sure that there wouldn't be any sort of infection. Did Elysium have a healer? He doubted it, the place was so small and the population itself wasn't that large in Killua's mind. Killua didn't turn his head to address Stark until he felt the other brush up against his side. Due to months without physical contact and even longer while he lived in Snowbound, Killua's body instinctively tensed and he bit the inside of his cheek. Stop. He was overreacting. This was okay. It was just Stark. Stark wasn't going to hurt him. A shiver ran down his spine as he could feel pressure in the back of his mind, the voice that was constantly there starting to probe itself into his thoughts. He shut it out, but he had no idea how long that would ultimately last. Killua forced his body to relax as a smirk spread across his jaws, situating the lollipop in between his cheek and his teeth, on the side of his mouth that wasn't missing a molar. "My immune system is just that good. And also good teeth care is a part of it." Killua stated smugly toward the larger canine. The assassin was immune to most things that could infect his system. It wasn't like he never took care of his teeth, no one was around to witness it. Out of the corner of his eye, Killua watched Stark careful, taking note of all the movements he made. When he did this in the past, it was usually to figure out the weaknesses of those around him and figure out how to kill that being. Now, he was trying to deduce methods that would help Stark's condition, and to make sure that his father figure wasn't hiding anything about his condition.
Killua had an amazing immune system that fought off almost every illness one could think of, and his stomach was used to having poison dumped into it, so chocolate was child's play in that regard. The young male's ears turned in the direction of limping pawsteps that were heading toward him. He only knew of one creature that was injured and trying to heal themselves as best as possible. He should probably tell the old man that he was going to be checking his bondages over and over again to make sure that there wouldn't be any sort of infection. Did Elysium have a healer? He doubted it, the place was so small and the population itself wasn't that large in Killua's mind. Killua didn't turn his head to address Stark until he felt the other brush up against his side. Due to months without physical contact and even longer while he lived in Snowbound, Killua's body instinctively tensed and he bit the inside of his cheek. Stop. He was overreacting. This was okay. It was just Stark. Stark wasn't going to hurt him. A shiver ran down his spine as he could feel pressure in the back of his mind, the voice that was constantly there starting to probe itself into his thoughts. He shut it out, but he had no idea how long that would ultimately last. Killua forced his body to relax as a smirk spread across his jaws, situating the lollipop in between his cheek and his teeth, on the side of his mouth that wasn't missing a molar. "My immune system is just that good. And also good teeth care is a part of it." Killua stated smugly toward the larger canine. The assassin was immune to most things that could infect his system. It wasn't like he never took care of his teeth, no one was around to witness it. Out of the corner of his eye, Killua watched Stark careful, taking note of all the movements he made. When he did this in the past, it was usually to figure out the weaknesses of those around him and figure out how to kill that being. Now, he was trying to deduce methods that would help Stark's condition, and to make sure that his father figure wasn't hiding anything about his condition.
elysium -- apprentice -- male -- 10 moons
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