[ It takes Killua a bit to eventually make his way back, armed with some oranges and grapes, a couple of slices of bread and cheese, and a bottle of milk to share. Whatever he'd been able to bother people into sparing, since he still has no money of his own. The Coven feeds him and even offered him robes, but Killua refused much more than the bed and occasional meal since he didn't plan to stay here.
Now that he's realizing he won't have the luxury of actually getting home as soon as he was hoping, and especially with Gon to worry about too, Killua is starting to think he'll need to start taking on some odd jobs or something soon. But that's a problem for the future.
Currently, he's more concerned with figuring out how to deal with Gon's unexpected presence -- both the good parts and the awkward ones. And speaking of awkward, he certainly did not expect to walk back into his temporary room and find Gon curled up on his bed, asleep on top of the book he was supposed to be reading.
Killua pauses in the doorway for a moment, then gently closes the door behind him and moves to set the plates of food on the desk quietly, his gaze all the while fixed on Gon's sleeping form. He looks so relaxed, peaceful. For a few moments, Killua just stands there, lingering between the desk and the bed a few feet away. Gon's soft breathing fills the room, and Killua watches his back and shoulders slowly rise and fall in time.
It seems so simple like this. Gon asleep, guard down, the soft and pleasant silence in the little room they share. Except they don't share it. And it's not that simple. Killua stifles a sigh and finally sits on the wooden chair, unsealing the milk bottle to take a drink while it's still cold. He doesn't wake Gon. Instead, he simply opens up one of the other books and gets to work, snacking on the fruit while he reads. ]
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Now that he's realizing he won't have the luxury of actually getting home as soon as he was hoping, and especially with Gon to worry about too, Killua is starting to think he'll need to start taking on some odd jobs or something soon. But that's a problem for the future.
Currently, he's more concerned with figuring out how to deal with Gon's unexpected presence -- both the good parts and the awkward ones. And speaking of awkward, he certainly did not expect to walk back into his temporary room and find Gon curled up on his bed, asleep on top of the book he was supposed to be reading.
Killua pauses in the doorway for a moment, then gently closes the door behind him and moves to set the plates of food on the desk quietly, his gaze all the while fixed on Gon's sleeping form. He looks so relaxed, peaceful. For a few moments, Killua just stands there, lingering between the desk and the bed a few feet away. Gon's soft breathing fills the room, and Killua watches his back and shoulders slowly rise and fall in time.
It seems so simple like this. Gon asleep, guard down, the soft and pleasant silence in the little room they share. Except they don't share it. And it's not that simple. Killua stifles a sigh and finally sits on the wooden chair, unsealing the milk bottle to take a drink while it's still cold. He doesn't wake Gon. Instead, he simply opens up one of the other books and gets to work, snacking on the fruit while he reads. ]