#mxledictum

Looking crestfallen, he smooched the forehead of his misshapen looking cat (whose tongue stuck out at an angle, whose whiskers frayed (giving it an oddly adorable appearance)) and offered it to the other. He was horrible at ‘thank you’s and greetings, so he figured this would be the best way to thank her for standing up to Emil for his sake.

“. . .Do you ever wonder what life would be like for the people around you if you never even existed?” It wasn’t that he was suicidal; there was just a part of him that wished he could start over or just erase his save file completely -- like a video game. Not like he had died, but like he’d never been there in the first place. He felt as if all he’d done was cause trouble; for his family, both biological and adoptive. For his friends. Even for Emil.

the need to voice act is strong now

and killua reacts with SO DONE WITH UR SHIT GON

This was your food? Ah, sorry!

"Lay one hand on my sister and we’ll both destroy you! Just because we’re out of touch doesn’t mean I’ll let someone hurt her." His smile was eerily calm.