she doesn't belong here

   “ hm ? ”

          he turned to face the soft-spoken girl, eyebrows rising as his gaze fell on the phone placed timidly in her hand. had killua really been so careless as to drop his phone? well, he did have a lot on his mind recently, but nonetheless this was embarrassing. he muttered a thank you, putting the device back in his pocket. “ a zip pocket..? i never lose things like this, so i never found much need for one. ”

[ ♤ ] Golden orbs followed her every movement.“I wouldn’t call it important. Most lack the courage to be different, and those losers don’t interest m at all. But you. You seem like a person who is not afraid to speak her mind. ♣“

    Well, it’s not like she needed her to buy her a new dress. Neon was loaded with cash, buying on like the one she was wearing would be a simple task. However, the satisfaction of the girl repaying her for something that Neon believe she caused was more than enough for her to agree.

    “Fine. You’re coming with me.” Neon pulled off her outer jacket and pressed it against the wet spot in attempt to soak up some of the stain. While she couldn’t stand the feeling of the wet cloth sticking to her skin, this was much better than letting it be.

    Taking the girls hand she dragged the poor girl, planning to go to one of her favorite stores that was nearby. 

                                     ` i - i honestly am  SORRY  you know?  ‘  her equilibrium : it does go uncounted for. again, again  & AGAIN  is she treated as lower due to her kind- hearted nature. used, if you will.  ` what… what are you feeling? ... a flower pattern,  MAYBE? ’ a swift change of subject. the angel’s oceanic optics taking in her surroundings as her mind works to suppress the images into a  PRICELESS MEMORY.  because, no matter how hard she tried, she’d never let herself let this one go. the most embarrassing ones, they play the loudest within the flurry of memories within ------------- ` o - or maybe  PATTERNED? stripey or spotted? ‘ 

——-♜ “Well it’s a good life lesson.” 

            “Alluka is a wonderful sister, you’d like her.” Killua watches as the odd girl is pulling at the grass, words trailing off as they sit in a comfortable silence for a while. “You’re weird.” He eventually states, eyes glancing over her for her reaction. Sure, a bit blunt and rude, but she gave off an odd vibe. Something that seemed not so innocent despite her childish parade. Nearly like Retz, he thinks.

                                ` i... would? well, hopefully she’d like me then. ‘ merriment & glee : those positive emotions causing a   LUMINOUS BEAM   to gain dominance : completely possessing pale, yet radiating countenance.  

        “  ffffffff-jesus, man.  ”   MAN HE WAS SCARED AS HELL; scared as hell when he was complimented, scared as hell when a flower crown was put on his head. fuckin’ scared as shit.   “  the fu————thank you??  thanks???  thanks??  ”

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    ❛ But why wouldn’t you take a bath in tea? We can brew you. ❜