That would just make it weird, or make Hisoka purposely make it weird himself, yes. Smart move, Killua.
He doesn't say anything, not at first. Though there's this odd hollow feeling he's not quiet used to watching Killua start to walk away. It doesn't occur to him to look at him as he has before with some sort of passing hunger. To look at him like a toy, or prey, or something he's only waiting to pluck apart. Infact, the only thing that crosses his mind is that he'd prefer if he- didn't leave.
For some reason.
The lack of physical contact and social interactions is to blame he imagines, were he to dwell on it. But a conversations with Killua- someone he knows, made him not only feel more stable but also slightly homesick in a way he finds utterly uncomfortable. This place is making him insane. Taking his freedom away is doing something to him. But he doesn't know what and he it makes him sick how Killua's walking away, he has no attachments to this child and doesn't plan to have any besides the playful not!friendship, not!alliance they have brooding. But still he's really all he has to latch onto considering their world right now. All he has that's at all close to security in the known world he's familiar with.
In this place.
This world.
Where nothing makes sense and he's no longer a prepared and used to it. No longer experienced with it enough to be confident in everything he does. Being here and not getting away with something he so easily could before has shaken him. Feeling defeated isn't- something he is used to. Knowing he'll always be caught doing what he wants, what he feels he needs to do.
And how Killua leaves makes him sick.
For a moment he sits up a little as if to say something more, only to feel his shoulders weigh back down, and he sits back again.
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He doesn't say anything, not at first. Though there's this odd hollow feeling he's not quiet used to watching Killua start to walk away. It doesn't occur to him to look at him as he has before with some sort of passing hunger. To look at him like a toy, or prey, or something he's only waiting to pluck apart. Infact, the only thing that crosses his mind is that he'd prefer if he- didn't leave.
For some reason.
The lack of physical contact and social interactions is to blame he imagines, were he to dwell on it. But a conversations with Killua- someone he knows, made him not only feel more stable but also slightly homesick in a way he finds utterly uncomfortable. This place is making him insane. Taking his freedom away is doing something to him. But he doesn't know what and he it makes him sick how Killua's walking away, he has no attachments to this child and doesn't plan to have any besides the playful not!friendship, not!alliance they have brooding. But still he's really all he has to latch onto considering their world right now. All he has that's at all close to security in the known world he's familiar with.
In this place.
This world.
Where nothing makes sense and he's no longer a prepared and used to it. No longer experienced with it enough to be confident in everything he does. Being here and not getting away with something he so easily could before has shaken him. Feeling defeated isn't- something he is used to. Knowing he'll always be caught doing what he wants, what he feels he needs to do.
And how Killua leaves makes him sick.
For a moment he sits up a little as if to say something more, only to feel his shoulders weigh back down, and he sits back again.