[Slowly, Killua's steps work to a stop. They're in the middle of the street, and even if he doesn't sense anyone nearby, the paranoid side of him has him worried. It was easier to monitor while still-- and maybe they'd move somewhere else first? One hand runs fingers over his opposite's thumb, but he has a feeling biting it for blood here won't have the right effect in his promise with Jaime.
He can't really pull off Gon's pinky promise, either.]
I promise. [A direct glance and solid words will have to work.]
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He can't really pull off Gon's pinky promise, either.]
I promise. [A direct glance and solid words will have to work.]