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[khajidont]

Jaime's cell phone is more or less plugged riiiight into his brain, so he tends to pick up like 99% of the time! If not, however...

"Hey, Jaime here! Leave a message, and I'll get back to you ASAP."

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[gonstop]

Strength can come from a lot of places.

[If Killua is bothered by Jaime taking this route with the conversation, it doesn't show one bit. In fact, compared to the smiles he'd been giving at the start of the night, he seemed a lot more relaxed now. At ease, compared to before, because even with everything on his plate, he could remember his motivations and his hope.]

Your eyes give you away, sometimes, but I don't think most people would be able to look and notice it. Hisoka would. [Again, his posture shifts a bit, and soon enough he's tapping at his chin.] Like there's something 'more'...

I don't know how it works with the ability you showed me tonight or anything like that. I just wouldn't look at you and call you outright weak.

[khajidont]

My eyes?

[Jaime lightly touches his fingertips to the corner of his eyes, as if trying to feel something else there, but of course, he feels nothing. It's not as if he looks much different than he used to.]

Hm.

[He's not sure if he buys that one. It sounds like something out of a book, though he has to admit that the rest of his life sounds like something out of a book as well. Eventually, he just huffs a sigh, regarding the air in front of him with a hangdog expression on his face.]

...Well, I guess there's really no denying it now, is there. But I need you to keep this quiet for me. From everyone.

[He's not entirely comfortable with the fact that Killua's aware of just the tip of the iceberg, but what other choice has he got?]

[gonstop]

[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.]

[khajidont]

[Luckily for everyone involved, a direct glance and solid words are the best that Jaime can ask for, from anyone. They've always meant the most to him, and they always will. He meets Killua's gaze and nods, slowly.]

Okay.

[Well, if any preteen can keep a secret, it'll be Killua.]

I'll be holding you to that. I appreciate it.

[gonstop]

I made a vow a while back. I'll never betray my friends.

[Blood won't work, and there's a pain and worry in his chest at those words from the incident with Pitou, but he shoves it down for now. Instead, he offers a simple thumbs up to Jaime, keeping that significance to himself as he takes a careful step or two forward again, seeing if he's coming along still.

Once he's sure of that, that expression turns a little more smug and he shrugs his arms.]

Well, but maybe I should give you some tips on how to be less obvious. [He's largely joking here, trying to rile Jaime up in whatever way he can get. Really, his perception on things is not that of an ordinary person, so... Jaime should be fine, he thinks. Unless he messes with someone like Chrollo, but he'd just warned him about that!]

[khajidont]

[Jaime follows afterwards, shoulders relaxing a bit again. Killua's certainly given him a lot of food for thought this little visit, which he hadn't expected when he had flown over here. Busted cover or not, he's glad he cut his patrol short to meet with Killua - even this much gives him a little insight into him and his world, no matter how distressing those insights may be.

(Gon's severed hand. My god, he thinks to himself.)

That doesn't mean that Killua's not being a brat, however, and that earns him a quick flick to the side of his head.] Don't be a brat. You're the first person who's been able to guess it just by meeting me, you know.

[gonstop]

[If Killua is having any darker thoughts, he must be good at hiding them. That flick just earns an exaggerated reaction and a laugh as he ducks and runs around from behind Jaime to give a playful shove.]

Oh, really? Maybe I am just that good!

[khajidont]

Or I'm just that good.

[He's not. He's so, so not, but it's not like he can let Killua get away with bragging without making fun of him a little, especially now that he seems to be feeling a little better.]

[gonstop]

[He snorts out a laugh at that, falling into step alongside him once more. They were almost back at his place by now. He's almost a little sad that they'll have to part ways! But no way is he going to ruin his cool reputation by saying anything like that, alright.]

Yeah, right. [He lifts his own chin higher, refusing to allow his ego to be struck down.] But don't feel too bad! I've been trained to pick up on things like this since before I could speak.

[What a little shit.]

[khajidont]

And I've been trained in looking normal since before I can speak, [Jaime teases right back, which is... almost accurate, if by 'train', someone could plausibly mean, 'has been normal since the day he was born'.

Killua has been trained how to kill. When Jaime was five, he almost glued his mouth shut because Paco dared him to eat paste.

They may have had slightly different life experiences.]

This is your place, right?

[gonstop]

[There's a long hum that sounds like he doesn't quite believe that, but it's cut off at the end with a laugh. A few jogs end in slower steps, and he spins around to face Jaime.]

Yeah, this is it. [He actually looks away a little sheepishly. He wants to thank him again, but that's so excessive... Friends don't need to do that anyway, right?]

I'll be careful, so you do the same. [He raises one arm in a still sign of goodbye.]

[khajidont]

Yeah, will do. Good luck with everything.

[Jaime waves back, and heads on back home...

Which is to say, he waits til he's out of sight, then suits up to fly off, because screw walking.]