I'm naturally naggy. It's in my blood, [Jaime says dismissively and absently rubs his prickly chin. He should probably shave more, but he always forgets... maybe one day it'll grow in all the way and he won't have to worry about shaving at all!

Maybe when he's nineteen. He leans back in his chair and picks up his own drink (a simple coke; he likes sweets well enough, but he hasn't got the sweet tooth Killua's got), slinging his free arm across the back of the booth, taking up space in the way only teenage boys know how, no matter their physical size.]

Which means I get to nag you about the fact that it's never too late, yeah? [He says before taking a sip from his drink. There's a grain of truth in that one, even if he's adopted Killua's light tone to say it.]