ℱ ɪʀᴇᴄʀᴀᴄᴋᴇʀ

/sips tea.

Uwaa... Warm...

Oh, were you talking?

Sorry, I don't understand gibberish. Let me put on my glasses!

Nope! Still can't understand!!

His shoes are unusually silent against the flooring as Illumi searches left and right for Killua. He’s sure this was the correct place, re-checking the address sent to his phone via their father. Yes, it’s the correct address. Illumi looks up from the screen, and wouldn’t you know it, comes face-to-face with his brother. All he needed was a little time.

"No, no, you should know I can’t do that. It isn’t wrong to ask for a civil conversation, is it?" Hell knows Killua wouldn’t answer his phone seeing Illumi’s name flash up. "Now that I’ve arrived, do you per chance know of a place we can talk privately?"

" ωhat makes you think I want to talk to you? " ℋe let out a soft hiss, taking a step back. Sadly, the fact that two Zoldycks were standing on the grounds of the college campus was enough for a crowd to gather. A strangled, silent scream came from Killua -- he looked as if he'd blow a gasket.

Lost? More like terribly misguided by his own senses that he could be miles away from home.

"Um…… I…I think I’m lost……?"

He quietly said, but what he has noticed is that the male that’s talking to him looked like him.

ℒost, just like he thought. Still holding out the gloved hand, he waited for the other to take it, giving a soft smile. " ∂on't worry. I won't hurt you. " In an attempt to make the kid laugh, he mumbled softly.

" ℬesides, you could probably beat me up before I could even try and hurt you. "

" ϒou lost? I could help you. "