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Killua hadn’t been one to involve himself to deeply with strangers if he didn’t have to. The habit of avoiding idle chatter with the general public had been engraved in him since before he’d left his family. They were assassins, relationships beyond ones formed through contract as client and hired knife held little meaning to them. Family, in its own twisted sense of the word held some meaning, but until Killua was much older and desired a wife would hold little meaning to him. They weren’t supposed to form connections he had always been told, killers didn’t need friends, didn’t deserve them. Well its not like Killua had been very good at listening to his family anyways, and dammit was he sure as hell curious.

He’d not been planning on intruding upon the older male while he was enjoying his sweet treat, he wasn’t really all that interesting to look at and the only thing that had set him apart from the rest of the crowd was the odd mop of hair just like Killua’s own and that mark on his face. Of course those small features went mostly overlooked as back home he’d seen much stranger features on all sorts of people, his mind was quick to supply people like Palm and Monta who literally looked like a giant bear. Now if he had that look maybe Killua would have a reason to look at him longer, then he’d be worth a second glance. So Killua went about his business ordering the biggest cavity inducing item on the menu before he turned back glancing only briefly in the direction of the man he’d noticed earlier. Something more interesting caught his attention, a screen holographic it would seem, not something you see everyday that’s for sure. He’d only ever really seen one up close when they were back playing Greed Island and that was their map that they had hardly used after meeting up with Bisky.

So Killua was a bit more interested than he was before, maybe he can manage to get the guy to let him see it, just to satisfy his curiosity.

Although he much preferred his current life to what it could have been, there were many inconveniences about a life as a hikineet living on his own. One was the fact that his fridge no longer refilled itself. As much as he wanted to believe he could live solely on data from the computer, Shintarou’s body was starting to complain so much that it was just a bother instead. If he really wanted to he could probably go a few more days without food, but timed with finishing his last bottle of Cola, it was too much to handle. He needed to venture out there to get supplies.

He had laid a flawless plan -- once evening came around there wouldn’t be as many people about. He could grab some easy food from a 24/7 convenience store and at the same time buy refill his soda stock without having to bother too much about talking to others. And thus as darkness fell upon the city he dared venture out.

Alas, fate was not kind to him. He had almost reached the store when he let down his guard; lost in his own world of music and with his gaze sternly fixated on the ground to avoid the piercing gazes he knew onlookers would have on him, he accidentally bumped shoulders with a passerby. About to apologise, his eyes went up, only to dart back down again immediately.

Holyheckholyheckholyheck-- that glare was fucking scary!

Feeling the cold sweat emit on his forehead, Shintarou went down on all four, bowing his head in a plea.