[ The only upside is that this is apparently Killua at his most cheerful. Which is preferable to Killua trying to get himself torn to shreds.
Geralt sighs, folding his arms across his chest as he watches the boy escape, crying bloody murder. If there are people looking (a woman, specifically, clutching her feather hat), Geralt ignores them. It's tempting, to just throw Killua into the fountain nearby. For a second or two, he gives it some serious thought. ]
I'm beginning to understand why Vesemir made sure we were kept busy with work as boys.
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Geralt sighs, folding his arms across his chest as he watches the boy escape, crying bloody murder. If there are people looking (a woman, specifically, clutching her feather hat), Geralt ignores them. It's tempting, to just throw Killua into the fountain nearby. For a second or two, he gives it some serious thought. ]
I'm beginning to understand why Vesemir made sure we were kept busy with work as boys.