[ OPEN ] lethargy got a hold on me

[killuwatt]

Who: Killua Zoldyck and whoever wants to drop in on him
When: end-ish of February through end of March
Where: around Aefenglom
What: recovering from cult activities, getting jacked, clothes shopping, quests
Warnings: mentions of last month's plot and trauma, probably also some teen romance (nothing more than pg-13 tho)

Open and closed prompts in the headers below:

⚡ CLOSED | stir-crazy
⚡ OPEN | do you even lift bro
⚡ OPEN | walk walk fashion baby


PM this journal or hit me up @ gunsandchocolate if you want to plot out something else and I can whip up a custom starter.

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[cointosser]

[He laughs. How can he not? Oh, it feels like he's hit the nail on the proverbial head, several times.]

I'm not assuming anything. You should feel guilty for, maybe, a moment. You know, as a proper person would. But now that I've accepted your implied apology, you have nothing to feel guilt over.

[Okay, now he's just messing with him. But he has to! Fuck, it's the first time anyone's yelled at him in weeks. As much as Killua finds relief in him being unafraid, it's just as much a relief for a single person to treat him exactly the same.

As if he's annoying. A nuisance.

On the other hand, Killua's fingers turning into claws despite being a Witch makes him wonder if "proper person" is an accurate description, but seeing as he appears perfectly normal now, Jaskier is satisfied with the conclusion, having no desire to further prod that particular transformation.]

You cannot mean to say you think you have any sort of fashion sense at all. You dress like a dog that's rolled about through a tailor's shop and run off with whatever stuck to its fur. Look at this muss! Do you even brush your hair?

[That has nothing to do with his clothing, of course. It's only a general observation.]

[killuwatt]

Wh-wha... Who said I apologized, stupid?!

[ Killua stammers, suddenly flustered, ears going pink. He'd meant to apologize, but now he certainly can't. Not straight to Jaskier's face, not now that he's acting like... like this. And doesn't even seem the least bit anxious around him, despite what Killua did. ]

Of course I brush it! It's artfully tousled, on purpose. You're from a place that doesn't even have trains or zippers, how would you know?

[cointosser]

I did! Weren't you listening?

[It is a strange, inexplicable turn of events that somehow, in Killua's attempts in killing him (against his will) and now his inability to apologize, it has endeared the boy to him.

And that he'd... he'd tried to save Jaskier. To stop himself. That said a lot of him, whether he could speak with elegance or admittance.]

Artfully tousled. Certainly someone's taught you a way with pretty lies, haven't they? [He waves a hand at that comment. Water off the duck's feathers! You can't miss anything you don't know and/or understand.] We have trains, thank you. Trains of caravans. How do you think supplies go from place to place? Bloody camels?

[He's never seen a camel, so don't question that.]

[killuwatt]

[ Killua blows a raspberry at him, real maturely. ]

Well, your whole deal just screams nerd. And I'm telling the whole truth there.

[ ... ]

Camels? What camels? I already drew a diagram of an airship for Geralt. I wish you could so it just so I could laugh at your expression. Your tiny little brain might explode.

[ What is the point of this argument, exactly??? No one knows. It is a mystery. ]