05-12-2019, 04:08 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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He didn't like the rain. Killua simply didn't enjoy being wet for lengths of time, and it also felt strange to have his thick fur sticking to the rest of his body. He would avoid it if he could, and besides, the rains often led to many questions. The assassin had numerous different scars that covered his body, scars that had only been given to him by his family and training he went through to become an assassin. The scars that spanned his body in some instances looked as if they could be lethal, and some of them could look as if they were made by tools instead of claws. He hated his scars, as it was a reminder that he couldn't really escape his past no matter how hard he tried. When his fur was dry, it didn't look like he had any scars that were across his body. He just looked like a fluffy white serval with blue eyes. It was only when his fur was pressed against his body, one could see the raised ridges of scars across his body. Someone his age certainly shouldn't have to deal with the numerous amount of scars that he had accumulated over his short lifetime. He remembered when Aizawa looked at him after saving him from falling into the frozen lake, and the guy didn't ask any questions. Killua knew the guy had seen his scars due to the water, and he immediately did his best to dry off to avoid questions. He hated questions about himself, as it would mean that he would have to lie to whoever was asking the questions.
So, he had managed to get caught up in the storm a little bit. He usually avoided the ocean as much as possible as he had no intention of going swimming, and would much rather bathe in the likes of a nearby stream or river if he did want to wash himself. For the couple minutes that he was out in the open, the wildcat was drenched, and an annoyed look spread across his facial features. However, he did manage to find a palm tree near the shore of the place and immediately ran to it. It only offered some protection from the rain, so Killua had conjured up a blanket to drape over him. This wouldn't stop the scars across his stomach, neck, and face to be hidden though. As any cat that didn't enjoy the water, his reaction as such. His sapphire blue gaze traveled to two familiar figures that weren't all that far away from him. Both were just standing out in the rain. Seriously? That was how one could get sick. "I don't get how you guys like this stuff." Killua would grumble loud enough for the rest of them to hear him. He could teleport away from such a place, but that would mean that he would be revealing his powers now that there were eyes around. He couldn't do that. Killua still didn't exactly trust those in this place and kept to himself for various reasons. He flicked one of his ears while he was underneath the blanket that was slowly starting to get soaked. Having never seen an umbrella before, he couldn't conjure one.
So, he had managed to get caught up in the storm a little bit. He usually avoided the ocean as much as possible as he had no intention of going swimming, and would much rather bathe in the likes of a nearby stream or river if he did want to wash himself. For the couple minutes that he was out in the open, the wildcat was drenched, and an annoyed look spread across his facial features. However, he did manage to find a palm tree near the shore of the place and immediately ran to it. It only offered some protection from the rain, so Killua had conjured up a blanket to drape over him. This wouldn't stop the scars across his stomach, neck, and face to be hidden though. As any cat that didn't enjoy the water, his reaction as such. His sapphire blue gaze traveled to two familiar figures that weren't all that far away from him. Both were just standing out in the rain. Seriously? That was how one could get sick. "I don't get how you guys like this stuff." Killua would grumble loud enough for the rest of them to hear him. He could teleport away from such a place, but that would mean that he would be revealing his powers now that there were eyes around. He couldn't do that. Killua still didn't exactly trust those in this place and kept to himself for various reasons. He flicked one of his ears while he was underneath the blanket that was slowly starting to get soaked. Having never seen an umbrella before, he couldn't conjure one.
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