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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]

[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.]