[Luckily for them both, it had been a slow night, even for Jaime. There's always something happening somewhere, but if having a bigger beat than his normal one had taught him anything, it's that he can't be everywhere for everyone - but he can be there for the people he knows. He flies back home to grab a pad of paper and a pen before flying out to the diner. He ducks into an alleyway a couple blocks away to power down and walks the rest of the way to the diner.
He has his suspicions as to why Killua would want to encrypt his conversations, and those reasons are listed as Hisoka, Hisoka, Hisoka, and quite possibly, the other few serial killers and money-grubbing asshole reporters that they've got lurking around. For a group of people with good hearts, the imPort community has an alarming number of serial killers in their midst, after all.
He arrives with the pad of paper tucked under his arm and waves at Killua as he shuts the door behind him with the heel of his foot.]
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He has his suspicions as to why Killua would want to encrypt his conversations, and those reasons are listed as Hisoka, Hisoka, Hisoka, and quite possibly, the other few serial killers and money-grubbing asshole reporters that they've got lurking around. For a group of people with good hearts, the imPort community has an alarming number of serial killers in their midst, after all.
He arrives with the pad of paper tucked under his arm and waves at Killua as he shuts the door behind him with the heel of his foot.]
Hi.