Finally. A completed log. And it's long.
Who: Trillua (aka sweep and friendofgon)
What: Making up after the disaster, being cute, playing MYSTERY DATE, talking about stupid stuff, and being cute some more.
When: This afternoon-evening.
Why: Because. They can't be mad at each other. It makes us sad.
How: ASTERISK STYLE because somehow that always ends up more fun.
Killua: *is really not sure how to do this, or what to say, but can only think about wanting to see Train* *is so not a sap* *climbs in through the window and for once doesn't try to scare the living daylights out of him*
Train: *might have heard him coming this time* *also might be pretending to sleep, not particularly wanting to talk to or see Killua* *'hidden' conspicuously under a mass of thick blankets, snoring loudly and.. pretty fakely, actually*
Killua: *hesitates a little, staring at the bed before walking over, sitting down on the very edge* Train?
Train: *doesn't answer, only snores louder to drown out Killua's voice* *is obviously very mature, even when upset*
Killua: Train? *a little louder this time* I know you're awake. You're crap at faking sleep.
Train: *silent for a moment, since his clever ruse had been discovered* .......... *in a slightly lower-pitched voice* This isn't Train's room. Try the one next door.
Killua: *annoyed sigh, before he grabs the covers and pulls them off him* Certainly looks like my boyfriend.
Train: ...... Really? I thought he was shorter. And looks kinda like a recreational ball. *yanks the covers back and over his head and rolls over* I'm trying to sleep.
Killua: That was the disaster. *pulls the covers back off him* Can't we talk? I've missed you.
Train: Maybe later. I'm tired now. *sits up slowly anyway and shoots Killua an irritated look* Make it quick. I was having a good dream.
Killua: I love you.
Train: ... *blinks and lies back down* OK. That's great. Can I have the blankets and covers back, now?
Killua: ... you slept with Kyouya last disaster. *raises an eyebrow*
Train: *makes a face and pulls pillow over head* Don't remind me.
Killua: Sorry. *scratches the back of his head* But he's not your boyfriend and Gon isn't mine. I didn't want this to happen, Train.
Train: At least when it happened to me, you thought you were a cat. *lowers the pillow a little to glare at him* You didn't care I was flirting with Kyouya.
Killua: I never said I didn't, I just didn't say anything. And I don't want to fight. *pause* I'm sorry, okay? *has no idea how to do this*
Train: You were a cat. And.. we weren't even ourselves. We were.. stupid sailor moon villains. *isn't going to forgive and forget this so easily* *even.. if.. he cheated first*
Killua: ... we weren't being ourselves either. Just not anyone specific. And I cared when I read it later, because you and Kyouya talk more than we do anyway.
Train: *flatly* You seemed a lot like 'Gon' and 'Killua' to me. *sits up again and shakes his head* You talk to other people more than me, too. But I don't mind.
Killua: ... because Gon has always enjoyed cutting people open.
Train: .. Except for that small detail.
Killua: And he's normally straight. And I'm normally in love with you. And I talked to a girl. *makes a face*
Train: And those, too. WHATEVER, that's not the point. The point is.. I'm upset with you. And I'm allowed to be. How'd you feel if I suddenly decided to run away with... *slight grimace* Sven?
Killua: .... I would be hurt. *decides to be honest* But I'd know it wasn't your fault. It was another disaster, Train.
Train: Yeah, well. You and Gon kinda act like that anyway, so it's different.
Killua: ... since when? We're just friends. Best friends, but still.
Train: *gingerly moves to get up, wincing a little* Never mind. So are we done? I think we're done. I'm gonna go get something to eat. And check to see if my partner's still alive.
Killua: We're not.
Train: What else is there to say?
Killua: ... is this just about the disaster? *kinda gets the feeling it isn't* Because Gon and I can't normally act like boyfriends when I hardly ever see him normally.
Train: Yep. That's it. Seriously, you can go now. That was a good chat. I feel better. I'd say we should hug, but.. not up for it. *nudges him lightly* There's nothing sweet in the kitchen you're missing out on, either.
Killua: ... *looks hurt* Fine. I'll leave.
Train: ............ *fuck* *kicked puppy looks are obviously his kryptonite* *especially when made by someone already so cute and cuddly* *fsjkjhbjsvjkn* .. No, wait a minute. *reaches over and grabs his arm* Don't.
Killua: .... *blinks* Thought you were mad at me. *relaxes a bit though*
Train: I am. Kinda. But you're not supposed to get your feelings hurt. You're supposed to stomp off in a huff or something.
Train: .... And then, a few weeks later, I'm supposed to realize how much I miss you and seek you out. And apologize for being so stupid, confess my eternal love for you, and then both of us hug and... cry. In the rain. *seems to be lost in his own thoughts now, as if actually imagining this in clear detail*
Killua: ... *blinks again, then stares at him for a moment* Idiot. I don't want to wait a few weeks. You should already know you'd miss me, anyway. *sulk*
Train: Right now, I'm still supposed to be mad at you. And that doesn't wear off for a while. *shrugs* I can't miss what I want to avoid. *says this as if it's the most obvious thing in the world* *TRAIN LOGIC*
Killua: What if I want to fix this now? I missed you before this even started. *puppy eyes, though he's not aware he's doing it*
Train: That'd be too easy, wouldn't it. Besides, the make-up is supposed to be followed by.. uh. *SUGGESTIVE LOOK* You know.
Killua: *small blush* We haven't done that in a while.
Train: Whose fault is that? *points at him* *just in case Killua wasn't already aware* *is very subtle*
Killua: ... *bites his finger*
Train: ..................... *stares at* Your teeth are sharp, y'know. Like rodent teeth.
Killua: *releases his finger so he can reply* Or cat teeth?
Train: Rodent teeth. Like a gerbil. *can't resist pinching his cheeks* You have gerbil cheeks, too. Can't believe I never noticed.
Killua: *knocks his hands away and glares* I was going to suggest the shower since there's no rain for us to make up in, but now I'm changing my mind.
Train: *fond smile* I know. But it's kinda for the best, y'know. I can't do much at the moment. Which was one of the reasons why I was trying to put our reunion off for a couple weeks.
Killua: .... what happened? *worried*
Train: .... Circus accident. Fell off my unicycle and broke a hip. *HEAVY SIGH* Doctor said I can't unicycle for at least 2 months.
Killua: ... the truth, Train. *annoyed*
Train: *grudgingly* *very grudgingly* ....... Fight with Creed?
Killua: .... why? *more annoyed* I thought you said he wasn't anything to worry about.
Train: *small shrug* You're supposed to be Mr. Observant. He was harassing Rins and me in our journals. And threatened her. ... Then he showed up in our hotel room and challenged us. So we went?
Killua: This week has been... *shrug* Sorry. I should have helped.
Train: You weren't involved. No big deal. I wouldn't have wanted you to come, anyway.
Killua: I'll kill him for you.
Train: That'd be kinda anticlimactic, wouldn't it? No, it's OK. All the shit he's done, I wanna do it myself. *pats his leg* Thanks, though.
Killua: Okay. *knows how he feels, since he's the same when it comes to Hisoka* I'll still help, though. Just... call me. I'll take care of his minions so you can focus on your fight with him.
Train: I doubt he'd let anyone else try to come between us, but OK. I will. *gathers him in his arms awkwardly, trying to avoid much heavy contact*
Killua: *leans up to kiss him softly, hesitating just a little*
Train: .... *returns the kiss, careful to keep it light* *leans back a little and ruffles his hair affectionately* Never really got a chance to ask-- you feeling better from that weird, mysterious sickness from before?
Killua: Yeah, I'm fine now. *smile, and doesn't even mind the ruffling* Have been for almost a week.
Train: Maybe it was some weird mental thing. 'Cuz of stress. ..... *would never pass up an opportunity to play with his hair, especially now that he seemed more.. docile* And you and birdie head were having issues.
Killua: We fixed that. *won't let him keep it up for too long, though* I don't know what caused it. But maybe. *shrugs, because he REALLY doesn't want to think about it*
Train: *braids while he still can* Sorry. The sweetest thing we've got in the house is a sack of sugar. Maybe a half-eaten pie from 3 months ago.
Killua: *pulls some chocolate out of his pocket* That's okay. *might actually be enjoying it. A little*
Train: Damn. I thought you'd go for the sugar. I've always kinda wanted to eat it right out of the bag. Last of our chocolate was used a couple nights ago. Eve used it in her pasta. *really just likes the soft, fluffy silkiness of Killua's hair*
Killua: ... chocolate and pasta? *makes a face* We can go get the sugar if you want.
Train: ... Yeah. It tasted about 20 times worse than it sounds. *isn't keen on getting up, actually* Maybe one of the animals can get it for us. I've been training them.
Killua: I can get it. *doesn't really want to move* How are the monkeys?
Train: No, really. This gives me a chance to show them off. *wouldn't let him move, anyway* Good. Almost ready to send after Siggles. I'm showing them how to ruin leather pants.
Killua: He had sex. With Bart. And they talked about it. And... had icons. *looks like he might throw up* And they were being annoying and boring and gross!
Train: .......... Why did you tell me that? I was kinda avoiding most of brawl FOR A REASON. *expression very closely mimicking Killua's* I didn't wanna taste my lunch again, thanks.
Killua: So you can share my pain. *wishes he could just erase the memory* I think I disowned them.
Train: I don't want your pain. Keep it to yourself. Seriously. *finishes up the last braid* ... Adorable.
Killua: .... *realises what he was doing and glares* *quickly tugs the braids out*
Train: I'll always have that mental image. Better than a picture.
Killua: *GLARE* It's not cute.
Train: ..... Right. Hey, I just thought of something. Does this mean, for the sake of making up, you'll wear one of the outfits I got you? *suddenly very somber* I won't forgive you fully if you don't.
Killua: ... no. And I'm never letting you touch my hair again. *still glaring*
Train: ........................... *looks like he's about to cry*
Killua: It's not like we can do anything anyway. You're hurt.
Train: I know. But.. seeing it would still be nice. *bats eyelashes at*
Killua: No. *crosses his arms*
Train: ........... You're so horrible. *dives beneath mass of blankets* *train-shaped lump shakes with sorrow* I'll never forgive you!
Killua: .... *lifts up the blankets so he can crawl under as well, curling up next to him*
Train: *nudges him away* Only dedicated boyfriends are allowed under these blankets.
Killua: *moves close again* I'll be dedicated when you're not hurt.
Train: ....... But. I even have a sexy nurse outfit. Which would be so appropriate right now. *decides not to mention he almost had Rinslet wear it instead*
Killua: *blushes and glares* I'm not wearing that!
Train: You said you'd be dedicated. *scoots away*
Killua: I can be dedicated without dressing like a girl!
Train: Really? I can't think of any other way to prove your love and devotion.....
Killua: Idiot.
Train: *hopeful* Does that mean..?
Killua: No.
Train: ......
Train: *fake tears*
Killua: That's not very convincing, Train.
Train: *SOBS HARDER*
Killua: I'll... *hates himself for saying this, but he FEELS KINDA BAD OKAY* Let you tie me up. Once you're better. *BLUSH*
Train: .... *stops crying abruptly* Really? But you said you liked that. I figured we were gonna do it again eventually, anyway.
Killua: I said I didn't HATE it.
Train: Which is your way of saying you liked it.
Killua: .......... *still blushing*
Train: *inches closer* I knew it. You weren't exactly complaining when it happened, either. .... Except at the beginning.
Killua: Shut up.
Train: *stupid smile* I think both tying up AND the outfit, at once, would be an acceptable way to make it up to me.
Killua: It was a disaster. Not my fault.
Train: My delicate feelings were still hurt. My heart, shattered.
Killua: .... right. *rolls his eyes*
Train: ............................ *pushes up his shirt and tickles mercilessly*
Killua: ....... *tries not to laugh and fails. horribly* *pushes at his hands* Stoppit!
Train: Not until I get what I want. *somehow manages to crawl on top of Killua and straddle him* *mostly to keep him from ESCAPING*
Killua: *laughing hysterically, squirming to get away from his fingers*
Train: You knew this was coming. *moves to tickling his sides and leans over, kissing the area around his navel* Are you going to wear it or not?
Killua: Stop! STOP! *tries to kick him, laughing hard* *tears in his eyes by now* FINE.
Train: ....... *doesn't stop right away* *might be enjoying himself a little too much*
Killua: *HYSTERICAL*
Train: *lets up JUST A LITTLE* Promise?? You're not lying again?
Killua: Promise! Stop!
Train: *acquiesces* You're lucky I didn't add the cat carrier into that deal.
Killua: *trying to calm down again* I would have killed you.
Train: *nuzzles his heaving stomach* I was feeling generous.
Killua: I hate you. You're cheating.
Train: I do what I gotta do to win. You'd do the same thing, don't bother denying it.
Killua: I'm not making you dress up as a girl. *glare*
Train: .... Because that'd be kinda horrifying. For us both.
Killua: .... this is horrifying anyway.
Train: Not for me. *BIG GRIN OF SATISFACTION*
Killua: ... I really, really hate you.
Train: That's not what you said a few minutes ago. *plants more lazy kisses around his belly button*
Killua: I do, though. *might be enjoying the kisses*
Train: If you hate me so much, break up with me. *might think his belly button is just a little adorable*
Killua: ... not THAT much. *squirms a little*
Train: That's what I thought. *hesitates* ....... *stops himself from going any further* *pulls his shirt back down*
Killua: *would kick him, but he's already hurt*
Train: *grateful for killua's 'CONSIDERATION'* So. How about that outfit?
Killua: When you're better.
Train: .... I don't wanna wait that long.
Killua: You have to. *glare*
Train: You're just.. going to keep putting it off, aren't you? *sulk*
Killua: ... two weeks. *blushing again* *hates this*
Train: *skeptical* And then it'll be another two weeks, then another 2, and so on..?
Killua: Two weeks. Promise. Unless you get hurt again.
Train: .... In that case, I won't leave the house until then. And wait at my window for you to come. With the outfit washed, ironed, and ready.
Killua: .... Idiot. You'd be too bored.
Train: I've been keeping busy with board games. And drawing on Sven's unconscious body. He's kinda like a living doodle pad. *pulls the blankets down a little and peeks out* .. I think the girls are back.
Killua: .... *quickly pulls the blanket over his head* I'll stay here, then.
Train: .... No, I want you to meet Rinslet. She'll probably pinch your cheeks and treat you like a five year old.
Killua: .... I'm leaving.
Train: ..... *somehow wraps himself around Killua with difficulty* No, you're not.
Killua: .... no girls. *doesn't mind*
Train: You should see how big her chest is. *dead weight*
Killua: I came here to see you, not females. *makes a face*
Train: I know, I know. But you should meet her anyway. She's been bugging me about it. A lot. *mimics a female voice* *horribly* TRAIN-CHAAAAAAAN. Why haven't you introduced me to your cute little boyfriend~~?
Killua: Because I'd kill her.
Train: .... No you wouldn't.
Killua: I would.
Train: She's a really good friend.
Killua: ... she's female and I want to be alone with you.
Train: ... My door's not locked. She could come in at any time. To check on me.
Killua: ... I'll lock it. *tries to get up*
Train: *still firmly glued to Killua like a parasite* *or barnacle*
Killua: .... you don't want to be alone with me? *sad puppy eyes*
Train: *damn those puppy eyes* *SIGHS* .. Yeah. I do. But.. would it really hurt to just meet her? Then lock her out afterwards?
Killua: I can meet her another time.
Train: ... We'll all go somewhere together.
Killua: Fine.
Train: And you'll spend HOURS of quality time together. Getting to know eachother.
Killua: .... no. I'll hide behind you.
Train: You'll spend time together and like it.
Killua: She's a female.
Train: She's a cool female.
Train: .. And stop calling them females.
Train: That's just weird.
Killua: ... but they're like a whole different species. Or something.
Train: They're exactly like you. Except.. with a few different parts. And they like pink and flowers and cuddly animals.
Killua: ... so nothing like me.
Train: You like cuddly animals.
Killua: I like animals in general. I want a dragon.
Train: .. Don't you have enough?
Killua: .... but. A dragon.
Train: What are you going to do with a dragon??
Killua: .... ride it places and scare people?
Train: ....... *facepalm*
Train: You don't need a dragon.
Killua: I want one.
Train: ..................... What? Is that Rins opening my door?
Killua: .... *jumps out of bed and runs over to lock it*
Train: *gathers up all the covers again in a massive BALL* *SNORES LOUDLY*
Killua: .... *walks back over to crawl into bed with him again now that they're safe*
Train: *doesn't let killua inside the massive blanket cocoon*
Killua: .... Train.
Train: .... Yes?
Killua: ... Let me under the blankets.
Train: ... Or what?
Killua: I'll leave.
Train: .... Don't you want to try to force your way in?
Killua: ... *forces his way in then*
Train: .. Wet blanket. *but wraps the covers back around them anyway* Now what?
Killua: Knowing you, you'll fall asleep.
Train: ... Well. There's usually only 2 things you do in a bed.
Killua: ... and one is out because of your injuries.
Train: .. We can't make a blanket fort because of my injuries?
Killua: .... *blush* Fine. We'll make a fort.
Train: *sits up* *whacks Killua with a pillow* Y'know, I gave up trying to rebuild my giant marshmallow pile. Thanks to you.
Killua: *doesn't bother blocking it* I ate most of it anyway.
Train: Yeah. Exactly why I was trying to rebuild it. I'm never letting you explore my secret base again.
Killua: I know where it is now.
Train: *crawls on top of him again* You don't know how to get to it. And you'll never find it on your own.
Killua: I can find it easily. *lets him*
Train: Even if it's in another dimension? *pinches* *prefers it when he puts up a fight*
Killua: Of course. Don't underestimate me. *pushes his hand away*
Train: The door's locked. With a special key. And there's a guard. An old guy named Fred, with a nightstick. *buries his face in Killua's hair* *<3*
Killua: I'll pick the lock and get rid of Fred. *moves his arms around him*
Train: Fred knows to look out for you. He's got pictures of lesbian pornography to ward you off. *likes the smell of his shampoo* *strawberry-scented?*
Killua: I'll bring matches and burn it. *has no idea what shampoo he's using*
Train: They'll be laminated. And fire-proofed. *likes it anyway* *might be wildberry?*
Killua: I'll cut them to shreds. *really has no clue*
Train: They'll be sticky, too. So the pieces of naked women stick to you. *may be having an inner monologue about killua's possible shampoo selection*
Killua: I'll use a knife. *bought the cheapest kind*
Train: The doors will be covered in them, too. So you'd have to touch them to open them. *uses herbal essences*
Killua: I'll get Sven to help me. *does he make orgasm sounds while showering too?*
Train: He wouldn't help you. That'd be treason. *maaaaybe*
Killua: He'd do anything for that porn. *wouldn't be surprised if he did*
Train: He's my loyal sidekick. You're the enemy. Unless you're a woman with DD's, he won't be swayed from my side. *can't help that the scent is so invigorating*
Killua: Is it porn of women with DD's? *not sure what DD's are* *would laugh at him if he heard*
Train: Not the same thing. He has stacks of those magazines in his room already. *doesn't really need killua* *has the shampoo*
Killua: So I'll bring Leorio instead. *will blow up the shampoo factory*
Train: Fred could take Leorio. He's had karate lessons at the YMCA. *has a mini stockpile* *just in case*
Killua: You shouldn't underestimate Leorio. *will throw those out*
Train: You shouldn't underestimate the YMCA. *needs some form of enjoyment for the next 2 weeks* *;_;*
Killua: I could take on everyone from the YMCA in my sleep. *will play board games and make out with him?*
Train: It's a very respectable dojo. *can killua invigorate his senses with an infusion of herbal essences?*
Killua: For weak people, maybe. *maybe he should start using it?*
Train: Not everybody's lucky enough to have super powers. *likes the shampoo he uses now* *definitely thinks it's wildberry, maybe with some coconut thrown in* .. I'm not really tired anymore. Y'wanna do something?
Killua: I don't have super powers. *always gets the cheapest, so he'll probably stop using it soon* Like what? You can't really do much right now.
Train: In my universe, you could probably be a superhero. If you learned how to fly. *will be very disappointed and upset when that day comes* There's some games in the closet. Fun games. That aren't Scrabble.
Killua: I can jump really high, does that count? Not all superheroes can fly, anyway. *maybe the next one will smell even better?* ... sure, why not. *gets up to go see what he has*
Train: .. No. And you'd be stealing my business. ... *it better* *rolls over and sits up, watching to see which one he picks* Already played Battleship to death. Any other one's fine.
Killua: We can be superheroes together? *though most likely it will smell worse* *goes through the games* I've never played most of these. You pick.
Train: Superheroes don't get paid. *will forcibly wash his hair with better shampoo if that happens* .. Uh. Either Operation or Mystery Date. .. Yeah, get Mystery Date. That one's fun.
Killua: We can steal money. *won't let him because no one touches his hair >|* ... Mystery Date? *finds it* Sounds boring.
Train: .. Then we'd be super villains. *hence the 'forcibly' part* It's a teenage girl game. But funny. And you'd probably beat me at the other games, anyway.
Killua: Super villains who catch other villains. *is stronger though* So let's play one of the other games!
Train: And steal stuff. *has his ways, obviously* .. No. I want a chance to WIN this one. Mystery Date. Now.
Killua: Well, otherwise we'd starve to death. *is not really that worried* Fine. Since you're hurt. *grabs the game and brings it back to the bed*
Train: Unless we became cannibals and ate the villains we caught. *he shouldn't be, as long as his shampoo doesn't change* Physically AND emotionally. *totally not milking it* So. To play this game, you pretty much have to pretend you're a 13 year old girl.
Killua: That could work, actually. *but it will, when the old one runs out* *rolls his eyes at him* In that case, I'm going to lose. I'm not going to do that.
Train: As long as the meat's cooked. I'm open to that. *:| be afraid. be very afraid.* Don't be such a wet blanket. *kicks off the blankets and crawls over to Killua and the game* Fine, you can pretend you're just a sexually/gender-confused 13 year old.
Killua: Why won't you eat it raw? *really isn't* How about I just pretend I'm a thirteen year old who's going to lose to make his boyfriend feel better?
Train: ... Because it tastes bad? *... fine then* See, you're supposed to use your IMAGINATION. I'll pretend I'm slightly older than 13 but totally willing to date teenage boys. *sets up the board*
Killua: ... you've tried it? *rolls eyes* You've got a really active imagination, then. *watches him* How do you play?
Train: ..... No, I'm just, y'know, making an assumption. *hands Killua his special little GUESSING CARD* You're supposed to ... get clues from this stupid little phone about the totally hawt guy you're going to go out with. And guess who it is. *might've played this game with Eve a few times* *always gets stuck with the losers*
Killua: ... so you don't know for sure. *blinks at stares at his card* ... that sounds really stupid. Why do you have this game?
Train: Any kind of raw meat's gross. And filled with.. diseases. Except fish. *innocent look* It's not mine. It's Eve's. And.. it's funny. Don't you wanna go out on a date with the captain of the football team?
Killua: ... you eat raw fish? *gives him the 'you're an idiot' look* *then rolls his eyes* You probably bought it because you wanted to play with her. And no, I don't.
Train: ... It's sushi, remember? We talked about that. *is very used to that look* *grins back* No, we were at a toy store and she wanted it. .. Are you sure? What about the deep, poetic artistic kid?
Killua: Sushi. Right. Tasted crap. *sticks his tongue out* But you play it with her. And she always hopes she gets Sven, right? And no. Is there a former assassin in there somewhere? Or a complete moron?
Train: ....... I'm gonna get you to try it again, eventually. *grabs his tongue* She probably imagines the captain of the football team is Sven. ... No, don't think so. Mostly high school stereotypes. There's a nerd, though. We can pretend he was secretly an assas.... *smacks him with the plastic phone* No.
Killua: ... I won't. *GLARES when he grabs his tongue, then tries to bite his fingers* ... a nerd wouldn't be very realistic. *lazily blocks the phone with his arm* Why not?
Train: Even if I dip it in chocolate? *was ready for those evil rodent teeth* *but lets go anyway and continues setting up the game* OK, fine. *holds up a card* We'll pretend the sexy, mysterious transfer student is me. And.. *holds up another* The nerd is you.
Killua: I'm not eating fish unless someone force feeds me. And you're not able to. *will just bite him later* ... I'm not a nerd. *grabs the plastic phone and hits him this time* *harder than necessary* *even though he's hurt*
Train: Fine, fine. More fish for me. *shrinks away from Killua, holding up his arms to defend himself* OW! OKAY, you can be the REBELLIOUS rebel who skips class and smokes in the bathroom. *scoots back and pouts a little, rubbing the spot where the phone hit* So abusive.
Killua: And more chocolate for me. *eats some chocolate and doesn't offer to share* And you're supposed to be one of the strongest people in your world? Pathetic. *hits him again* That sounds more like me.
Train: HEY if you're just going to beat up and insult the cripple, you can just leave. *tosses the cards at him and glares*
Killua: Fine. *is hit by cards* *which doesn't hurt* I'll stop. *hands him the phone and then offers some chocolate*
Train: *wouldn't really wanna hurt his boyfriend anyway* *more than he can say about KILLUA* *vicious midget* *takes the phone, but not the chocolate* Good. By the way, the rebellious rebel dies at a young age. Run over by his own motorcycle.
Killua: *he can take a plastic phone to the head come on* *eats more chocolate then* Okay. But can't I at least go out in battle? I want to be killed trying to... take over a chocolate factory or something.
Train: *ALREADY HAS A SENSITIVE HEAD* *killua isn't being very considerate :|* That's too uncool for the rebel. Maybe you get caught trying to peep through the windows at a women's dormitory.
Killua: *doesn't know the meaning of the word* Men's dormitory, at least. And that wouldn't be enough to kill me. And I wouldn't get caught.
Train: *is pretty aware of that already* *still rubbing head* You'd fall off the ladder and get impaled on a fence post. The transfer student, however, goes on to win the nobel prize, invent a cure for cancer, become immortal, and builds himself a castle made out of solid chocolate.
Killua: And while the transfer student was busy daydreaming that, he ended up being the one who got killed. By a psycho thirteen year old. *rolls eyes at him, but doesn't hit him again*
Train: .. The transfer student WOULD have shared the secret of immortality with the rebel, but he was a violent, arrogant jerk who kinda deserved to be impaled on a fence post. *hands him the phone again* You go first.
Killua: The transfer student was just heartbroken and crying himself to sleep every night because the rebel turned him down. Every time he asked. *takes the phone* How?
Train: The transfer student doesn't cry. He just slept with about 20 different girls to get over the rebel, who probably wasn't even that great in bed anyway. *points to the 'on' switch* Just press that. And dial one of the numbers on the card for your first clue.
Killua: Ew. The rebel won't touch anyone who's been with girls. *presses the 'on' switch and dials the number, putting the phone to his ear* *listens* *feels kind of stupid*
Train: *cracks up a little* Too bad for him. He missed out on something awesome. .. What's your first hint? Is he a sexy brunette? Does he like to surf? Is his favorite subject Chemistry?
Killua: So did the transfer student. But the rebel gets better sex in hell, anyway. Oh, and he comes back as a demon. *pause* He likes math, actually.
Train: .... The transfer student doesn't like demons. And he found someone better. *glances over the list of guys, and their LIKES/DISLIKES* That pretty much rules out all the semi-normal ones.
Killua: The rebel is too busy taking over hell for a relationship anyway. *looks at the list too* Normal is boring. Your turn.
Train: Normal is good. You're either going to get a nerd or a mutant. *takes the phone, dials another number* I HOPE IT'S JEFF. HEE HEE.
Killua: I'll take the mutant. *watches as he dials the number and then wants to hit him again* Why would anyone want you at all?
Train: ... So you want someone who looks like a frog and has excessive amounts of body hair? *listens to the clue, grinning like an idiot* Because I'm such a great catch, obviously.
Killua: ... better than some boring idiot who can't earn enough money for dinner. *really really wants to hit him* Since when?
Train: I earn plenty of cash. I just spend it right away. *tosses the phone back at him* My guy's favorite food is pizza. *crosses out a few choices on his handy little card* .. Since I was conceived.
Killua: That's even worse. You waste it on things you don't even need. *catches it* I don't like pizza much. And who likes babies that way. *makes a face*
Train: But it's so worth it. *sly glance back at the closet, where Killua's special outfits happen to be hanging* .. Uh, you'd be surprised. There's some serious sickos out there.
Killua: Maybe I should stop buying you food. *notices the look and glares* Like people who perv over thirteen year olds and wants to dress them up as girls? *dials a number again*
Train: If you want me to waste away to nothing, sure. *beams back at him* .. Yeah, just like that. You'd have to be seriously messed up to be attracted to, say, a scrawny, obnoxious preteen boy. .. What's your next clue?
Killua: You need to lose some weight, anyway. *prods his stomach* Or just pretty desperate. No one else lets you top? *crosses a few things out on his list* Mine also likes pizza. Boring. I don't want to date this guy.
Train: ....... Says the kid who's practically hanging over his short shorts. *smacks his hand away, because Killua MAY HAVE POKED A VERY SENSITIVE AREA* ... Y'know, I could tell you all about my wonderful topping experiences, but I don't think you wanna hear about it. *snatches the phone* Too bad. Mine sounds pretty dreamy, though.
Killua: I should start wearing pants. *random* I would have to kill all of them. *waits for him to dial the next number*
Train: .. No you shouldn't. I like the shorts. *feels like such a pervert* .. Another reason I'm not gonna tell you about them. *dials and listens eagerly* ... Oh. He's a blond. I hope he's cute.
Killua: I know you do. That's why I should stop wearing them. *he IS a pervert* ... tell me about them. *rolls eyes* Give me the phone.
Train: .. You'd stop doing something just because I like it? *kicked puppy face* *doesn't want to come to terms with his perversion* No. I'm still on pretty friendly with a couple of them. *hands it over* None of the geeks are blond. I'm in the clear.
Killua: Yes. *grins at him* So they should be easy to find, then. *takes the phone* *dials* He has brown eyes.
Train: ....... Well. You're wearing the sexy nurse outfit, so I guess I'll live. Mental photographs will keep me going. *glances at the list again curiously* Yeah, he sounds pretty boring. Too bad for you.
Killua: .... hopefully it won't fit. *glances at the list as well* Can I kill him?
Train: It'll fit. I know it will. Unless you gain 100 pounds in the next 2 weeks. *points to some random geeky guy* It's probably him. DREAAAAMY, huh?
Killua: I'll do my best, then. *looks at the geeky guy and makes a face* Just dial. *throws the phone at him*
Train: You can't do it. *catches the phone, laughing* If your next clue is 'he writes his name on his underwear', you're screwed. *dials yet again* ... He plays a sport.
Killua: Don't underestimate me. *glares at that* I don't like this game. *pause* So he's probably NOT a nerd. Give me the phone.
Train: You eat enough, but you work it off. You can't sit still and do nothing for 2 weeks. *pinches his cheek* I know. Which is why I chose it. .. This is MY guy who plays a sport. Yours could still be the captain of the chess team. *tosses him the phone*
Killua: ... you're probably right. I couldn't work out while I was sick, and I thought I was DYING. *glares and knocks his hands away* We're playing a different game next. *grabs the phone and dials* *pause* .... *longer pause* .... *even longer pause*
Train: We can play Operation next. You'll kick my ass at that game, if that makes you feel better. *leans forward expectantly, waiting for the clue* ... Well? Does he have a pocket protector?
Killua: .... he writes his name on his underwear.
Train: ................................................................... *starts laughing hysterically*
Killua: .... *GLARES* It's not funny.
Train: *CAN'T TALK* *STILL LAUGHING* *VERY CLOSE TO CRYING, TOO*
Killua: *HITS HIM WITH A PILLOW*
Train: *FALLS OVER, NOW IN TEARS* YOU.. AHAHAHA. THE NERD.... *wheeze*
Killua: ... *KEEPS HITTING HIM*
Train: *SHIELDS HIMSELF AND CONTINUES LAUGHING* *MIGHT BE GASPING FOR BREATH*
Killua: *HIT HIT HIT HIT HIT*
Train: *SHAKING* AHAHAA. You.. you guys could... do calculus together.... and... and watch star trek.. *rolls over to protect himself from Killua's wrath* *muffles laughter a little*
Killua: I've never been able to learn math. *keeps hitting him* And I've never seen Star Trek. *HIT HIT HIT* And I hate you. *HIT* And you can forget about that costume now.
Train: He could.. teach you.. *tries to hide under the covers, too* *snickering* And take you to a star trek convention... *pops back out again after that last bit, though* .... HEY, WAIT. You promised!
Killua: *smug grin as Train reappears* We're playing a different game.
Train: ... *suddenly serious* I didn't even get to see who my date was.
Killua: Doesn't matter. I was going to kill him anyway.
Train: He's a card. *grabs one randomly, anyway* OH LOOK. The sensitive writer. Just who I wanted.
Killua: ... *grabs the card and tears it in half* There. I killed him.
Train: ... *sad* But he was going to take me to the prom.
Killua: I don't feel like playing games anymore. *tears it into fourths*
Train: *gathers up the pieces* RIP, Brad. We'll never meet again. .. Then what do you wanna do?
Killua: Are you hungry? You probably haven't been able to afford food without me.
Train: ... Actually, Rins is feeding us pretty well. *tosses Brad's remains back in the mystery date box*
Killua: ... you got yourself a maid now? You can't afford that.
Train: She's not a maid. She's doing it for free 'cuz she loves us. *throws the rest of the game stuff in the box, too*
Killua: ... did she hit her head or something? Did Creed hit her head? *picks the game up and carries it back to where he found it*
Train: No. She was worried about us. That so hard to believe? *secretly still amused that killua got the nerd* *tries not to smile*
Killua: Yes. Most people would run away screaming. *so knows what he's thinking* *glare*
Train: I've got great friends. *COVERS MOUTH FOR HIS OWN SAFETY*
Killua: She's probably poisoning your food. It's a slow and painful death. *decides to let him off the hook* So you don't need food?
Train: If I gotta go, I guess I'd rather go while eating awesome food. *snickers a little, anyway* Ate about half an hour before you got here. But if you're hungry..?
Killua: Better food at restaurants. *... glares again* I have chocolate. That's all I need.
Train: Yeah, well. Anything's better than chocolate spaghetti. And instant ramen. *might actually be getting tired* *a little* You sure? We've got a fridge full of broccoli and spinach.
Killua: I like ramen. One of the few things I do like. *isn't tired, but wouldn't mind cuddling* *though he'd deny that, of course* Yeah, I'm sure. *looks disgusted*
Train: ... It gets old. Really fast. Even with all the flavors. *tugs the covers back over his head* Not my problem if you stay 3 feet tall for the rest of your life.
Killua: Have you ever had ramen in Konoha? *crawls back under the covers as well* I don't care if I'm short. And you want me to be.
Train: Noodles are noodles are noodles.. are noodles, aren't they? *makes room for him automatically* .. True. You're a lot cuter when you're half my height.
Killua: The ones in Konoha are the best. Seriously. *might be snuggling against him a little* You'd probably dump me if I got taller.
Train: What's so special about their noodles? *slides one arm around his waist* Probably. I wouldn't have a reason to live.
Killua: You haven't tried them. I'll take you there sometime. *moves a little closer* So why do you want me to eat healthier?
Train: .. And you'll pay? *smooths his hair away from his face* *might be making up excuses now to touch his hair* Dunno. Maybe I'm turning into your mother.
Killua: Sure. I always do anyway. *pulls his face away a little, because he doesn't trust him not to braid it* I don't need a mother. I don't even like my mother.
Train: Y'know, I buy you stuff sometimes. I just.. uh. Have bills. And.. adult-ish stuff to pay for that you don't have to worry about. *wasn't planning on braiding it* *;_;* *doesn't protest, though, and just cuddles with him* C'mon, who wouldn't want an android for a mom.
Killua: ... I have those things. It's not like my parents pay that for me. It's not like they EVER did. I just earn more money than you do. *cuddles back* *will never trust him again* I don't want a mom.
Train: You don't have like 5 different mortgages to pay. Or a few car payments. Or.... Eve. *already starting to doze off* *will get him one day* *when he's least expecting it* ... I kinda do. Wanna trade?
Killua: You'd be surprised. And I have Gon to take care of. And you. *isn't sleepy* *never lets his guard down* You don't want mine. She'd kill you.
Train: Girls are more expensive. They need more stuff. Like.. hygiene products. *blames the painkillers* *and his 18 hour sleeping schedule* *we'll see about that* A non-cyborg mom would be preferred, yeah.
Killua: You'd be surprised what Gon needs. Besides, he buys stuff for Machi, to. *is used to him falling asleep all the time* *will never let him braid his hair again* You have Rinslet.
Train: .. *mumbles* Oh well. I guess I'll just have to get over being your trophy wife. *killua just makes an excellent human-sized pillow* She's more like a sister. And... your mom flirting with you is kinda.. disturbing.
Killua: Probably, yes. *doesn't really mind, even if he complains occasionally* ... tell her to stop that. I don't like it. And delete that icon you uploaded for her.
Train: Does that mean I can stop working? You'll buy me my own house somewhere, and I can just shop all day, wasting your money? *leans forward a little and kisses his nose* She's not gonna listen to me. And she'll yell at me if I do.
Killua: You'd be bored to death. You love your job. *scrunches up his nose a little* Don't do that. And delete it. I'll yell at you if you don't.
Train: I dunno. I could get used to it. Maybe. *.... kisses again for the hell of it* We're just hugging in the icon. Nothing dirty.
Killua: I doubt it. Besides, I want to do jobs with you occasionally. *pushes his face away* I'm deleting it for you.
Train: No, really. I can join one of those clubs. Find a group of useless, brainless women to hang out and gossip with. ... *buries his face in the pillows instead, feigning hurt feelings* I'll just reupload it.
Killua: Sven will probably join you. He'd like it. *is so not fooled* No, you won't.
Train: He'd need a sugar daddy, first. That's a club requirement. *whimpers a little* Yes, I will.
Killua: Eve will probably be willing. *tugs at his hair* No, you won't. I don't like it.
Train: She's not rich. Not yet, at least. *doesn't move, just keeps whimpering* You've got similar icons. What's the big deal?
Killua: She probably will be. She's smart and strong. *tugs harder* She's female. And she flirts with you. She probably doesn't even consider you off limits since I'm a kid.
Train: I thought you didn't like her. *reaches over and tugs back on Killua's hair* She's told me herself, it's just harmless flirting. We're like siblings.
Killua: I don't. But she's still smart and strong. For a female. *knocks his hand away* I'll talk to her. Maybe. Now sleep, you're tired.
Train: And she beats me up, too. But that's just another plus, right? *tries to pry his hands out of his hair* Working on it. If you'd stop pulling my hair.
Killua: Yep. I approve of that. *moves his arms around him instead* Fine, fine.
Train: .. Just warning you, you'll probably be stuck here until I wake up. *turns and rests his forehead against Killua's* Night.
Killua: I'm used to that. *always manages to sneak off and return before he wakes up* Night.
Train: ... *glad he doesn't know that* *falls asleep in about 3.2 seconds*
Killua: *sighs and stays there for a while at least* *until he runs out of candy*
LONG LOG IS LONG.
What: Making up after the disaster, being cute, playing MYSTERY DATE, talking about stupid stuff, and being cute some more.
When: This afternoon-evening.
Why: Because. They can't be mad at each other. It makes us sad.
How: ASTERISK STYLE because somehow that always ends up more fun.
Killua: *is really not sure how to do this, or what to say, but can only think about wanting to see Train* *is so not a sap* *climbs in through the window and for once doesn't try to scare the living daylights out of him*
Train: *might have heard him coming this time* *also might be pretending to sleep, not particularly wanting to talk to or see Killua* *'hidden' conspicuously under a mass of thick blankets, snoring loudly and.. pretty fakely, actually*
Killua: *hesitates a little, staring at the bed before walking over, sitting down on the very edge* Train?
Train: *doesn't answer, only snores louder to drown out Killua's voice* *is obviously very mature, even when upset*
Killua: Train? *a little louder this time* I know you're awake. You're crap at faking sleep.
Train: *silent for a moment, since his clever ruse had been discovered* .......... *in a slightly lower-pitched voice* This isn't Train's room. Try the one next door.
Killua: *annoyed sigh, before he grabs the covers and pulls them off him* Certainly looks like my boyfriend.
Train: ...... Really? I thought he was shorter. And looks kinda like a recreational ball. *yanks the covers back and over his head and rolls over* I'm trying to sleep.
Killua: That was the disaster. *pulls the covers back off him* Can't we talk? I've missed you.
Train: Maybe later. I'm tired now. *sits up slowly anyway and shoots Killua an irritated look* Make it quick. I was having a good dream.
Killua: I love you.
Train: ... *blinks and lies back down* OK. That's great. Can I have the blankets and covers back, now?
Killua: ... you slept with Kyouya last disaster. *raises an eyebrow*
Train: *makes a face and pulls pillow over head* Don't remind me.
Killua: Sorry. *scratches the back of his head* But he's not your boyfriend and Gon isn't mine. I didn't want this to happen, Train.
Train: At least when it happened to me, you thought you were a cat. *lowers the pillow a little to glare at him* You didn't care I was flirting with Kyouya.
Killua: I never said I didn't, I just didn't say anything. And I don't want to fight. *pause* I'm sorry, okay? *has no idea how to do this*
Train: You were a cat. And.. we weren't even ourselves. We were.. stupid sailor moon villains. *isn't going to forgive and forget this so easily* *even.. if.. he cheated first*
Killua: ... we weren't being ourselves either. Just not anyone specific. And I cared when I read it later, because you and Kyouya talk more than we do anyway.
Train: *flatly* You seemed a lot like 'Gon' and 'Killua' to me. *sits up again and shakes his head* You talk to other people more than me, too. But I don't mind.
Killua: ... because Gon has always enjoyed cutting people open.
Train: .. Except for that small detail.
Killua: And he's normally straight. And I'm normally in love with you. And I talked to a girl. *makes a face*
Train: And those, too. WHATEVER, that's not the point. The point is.. I'm upset with you. And I'm allowed to be. How'd you feel if I suddenly decided to run away with... *slight grimace* Sven?
Killua: .... I would be hurt. *decides to be honest* But I'd know it wasn't your fault. It was another disaster, Train.
Train: Yeah, well. You and Gon kinda act like that anyway, so it's different.
Killua: ... since when? We're just friends. Best friends, but still.
Train: *gingerly moves to get up, wincing a little* Never mind. So are we done? I think we're done. I'm gonna go get something to eat. And check to see if my partner's still alive.
Killua: We're not.
Train: What else is there to say?
Killua: ... is this just about the disaster? *kinda gets the feeling it isn't* Because Gon and I can't normally act like boyfriends when I hardly ever see him normally.
Train: Yep. That's it. Seriously, you can go now. That was a good chat. I feel better. I'd say we should hug, but.. not up for it. *nudges him lightly* There's nothing sweet in the kitchen you're missing out on, either.
Killua: ... *looks hurt* Fine. I'll leave.
Train: ............ *fuck* *kicked puppy looks are obviously his kryptonite* *especially when made by someone already so cute and cuddly* *fsjkjhbjsvjkn* .. No, wait a minute. *reaches over and grabs his arm* Don't.
Killua: .... *blinks* Thought you were mad at me. *relaxes a bit though*
Train: I am. Kinda. But you're not supposed to get your feelings hurt. You're supposed to stomp off in a huff or something.
Train: .... And then, a few weeks later, I'm supposed to realize how much I miss you and seek you out. And apologize for being so stupid, confess my eternal love for you, and then both of us hug and... cry. In the rain. *seems to be lost in his own thoughts now, as if actually imagining this in clear detail*
Killua: ... *blinks again, then stares at him for a moment* Idiot. I don't want to wait a few weeks. You should already know you'd miss me, anyway. *sulk*
Train: Right now, I'm still supposed to be mad at you. And that doesn't wear off for a while. *shrugs* I can't miss what I want to avoid. *says this as if it's the most obvious thing in the world* *TRAIN LOGIC*
Killua: What if I want to fix this now? I missed you before this even started. *puppy eyes, though he's not aware he's doing it*
Train: That'd be too easy, wouldn't it. Besides, the make-up is supposed to be followed by.. uh. *SUGGESTIVE LOOK* You know.
Killua: *small blush* We haven't done that in a while.
Train: Whose fault is that? *points at him* *just in case Killua wasn't already aware* *is very subtle*
Killua: ... *bites his finger*
Train: ..................... *stares at* Your teeth are sharp, y'know. Like rodent teeth.
Killua: *releases his finger so he can reply* Or cat teeth?
Train: Rodent teeth. Like a gerbil. *can't resist pinching his cheeks* You have gerbil cheeks, too. Can't believe I never noticed.
Killua: *knocks his hands away and glares* I was going to suggest the shower since there's no rain for us to make up in, but now I'm changing my mind.
Train: *fond smile* I know. But it's kinda for the best, y'know. I can't do much at the moment. Which was one of the reasons why I was trying to put our reunion off for a couple weeks.
Killua: .... what happened? *worried*
Train: .... Circus accident. Fell off my unicycle and broke a hip. *HEAVY SIGH* Doctor said I can't unicycle for at least 2 months.
Killua: ... the truth, Train. *annoyed*
Train: *grudgingly* *very grudgingly* ....... Fight with Creed?
Killua: .... why? *more annoyed* I thought you said he wasn't anything to worry about.
Train: *small shrug* You're supposed to be Mr. Observant. He was harassing Rins and me in our journals. And threatened her. ... Then he showed up in our hotel room and challenged us. So we went?
Killua: This week has been... *shrug* Sorry. I should have helped.
Train: You weren't involved. No big deal. I wouldn't have wanted you to come, anyway.
Killua: I'll kill him for you.
Train: That'd be kinda anticlimactic, wouldn't it? No, it's OK. All the shit he's done, I wanna do it myself. *pats his leg* Thanks, though.
Killua: Okay. *knows how he feels, since he's the same when it comes to Hisoka* I'll still help, though. Just... call me. I'll take care of his minions so you can focus on your fight with him.
Train: I doubt he'd let anyone else try to come between us, but OK. I will. *gathers him in his arms awkwardly, trying to avoid much heavy contact*
Killua: *leans up to kiss him softly, hesitating just a little*
Train: .... *returns the kiss, careful to keep it light* *leans back a little and ruffles his hair affectionately* Never really got a chance to ask-- you feeling better from that weird, mysterious sickness from before?
Killua: Yeah, I'm fine now. *smile, and doesn't even mind the ruffling* Have been for almost a week.
Train: Maybe it was some weird mental thing. 'Cuz of stress. ..... *would never pass up an opportunity to play with his hair, especially now that he seemed more.. docile* And you and birdie head were having issues.
Killua: We fixed that. *won't let him keep it up for too long, though* I don't know what caused it. But maybe. *shrugs, because he REALLY doesn't want to think about it*
Train: *braids while he still can* Sorry. The sweetest thing we've got in the house is a sack of sugar. Maybe a half-eaten pie from 3 months ago.
Killua: *pulls some chocolate out of his pocket* That's okay. *might actually be enjoying it. A little*
Train: Damn. I thought you'd go for the sugar. I've always kinda wanted to eat it right out of the bag. Last of our chocolate was used a couple nights ago. Eve used it in her pasta. *really just likes the soft, fluffy silkiness of Killua's hair*
Killua: ... chocolate and pasta? *makes a face* We can go get the sugar if you want.
Train: ... Yeah. It tasted about 20 times worse than it sounds. *isn't keen on getting up, actually* Maybe one of the animals can get it for us. I've been training them.
Killua: I can get it. *doesn't really want to move* How are the monkeys?
Train: No, really. This gives me a chance to show them off. *wouldn't let him move, anyway* Good. Almost ready to send after Siggles. I'm showing them how to ruin leather pants.
Killua: He had sex. With Bart. And they talked about it. And... had icons. *looks like he might throw up* And they were being annoying and boring and gross!
Train: .......... Why did you tell me that? I was kinda avoiding most of brawl FOR A REASON. *expression very closely mimicking Killua's* I didn't wanna taste my lunch again, thanks.
Killua: So you can share my pain. *wishes he could just erase the memory* I think I disowned them.
Train: I don't want your pain. Keep it to yourself. Seriously. *finishes up the last braid* ... Adorable.
Killua: .... *realises what he was doing and glares* *quickly tugs the braids out*
Train: I'll always have that mental image. Better than a picture.
Killua: *GLARE* It's not cute.
Train: ..... Right. Hey, I just thought of something. Does this mean, for the sake of making up, you'll wear one of the outfits I got you? *suddenly very somber* I won't forgive you fully if you don't.
Killua: ... no. And I'm never letting you touch my hair again. *still glaring*
Train: ........................... *looks like he's about to cry*
Killua: It's not like we can do anything anyway. You're hurt.
Train: I know. But.. seeing it would still be nice. *bats eyelashes at*
Killua: No. *crosses his arms*
Train: ........... You're so horrible. *dives beneath mass of blankets* *train-shaped lump shakes with sorrow* I'll never forgive you!
Killua: .... *lifts up the blankets so he can crawl under as well, curling up next to him*
Train: *nudges him away* Only dedicated boyfriends are allowed under these blankets.
Killua: *moves close again* I'll be dedicated when you're not hurt.
Train: ....... But. I even have a sexy nurse outfit. Which would be so appropriate right now. *decides not to mention he almost had Rinslet wear it instead*
Killua: *blushes and glares* I'm not wearing that!
Train: You said you'd be dedicated. *scoots away*
Killua: I can be dedicated without dressing like a girl!
Train: Really? I can't think of any other way to prove your love and devotion.....
Killua: Idiot.
Train: *hopeful* Does that mean..?
Killua: No.
Train: ......
Train: *fake tears*
Killua: That's not very convincing, Train.
Train: *SOBS HARDER*
Killua: I'll... *hates himself for saying this, but he FEELS KINDA BAD OKAY* Let you tie me up. Once you're better. *BLUSH*
Train: .... *stops crying abruptly* Really? But you said you liked that. I figured we were gonna do it again eventually, anyway.
Killua: I said I didn't HATE it.
Train: Which is your way of saying you liked it.
Killua: .......... *still blushing*
Train: *inches closer* I knew it. You weren't exactly complaining when it happened, either. .... Except at the beginning.
Killua: Shut up.
Train: *stupid smile* I think both tying up AND the outfit, at once, would be an acceptable way to make it up to me.
Killua: It was a disaster. Not my fault.
Train: My delicate feelings were still hurt. My heart, shattered.
Killua: .... right. *rolls his eyes*
Train: ............................ *pushes up his shirt and tickles mercilessly*
Killua: ....... *tries not to laugh and fails. horribly* *pushes at his hands* Stoppit!
Train: Not until I get what I want. *somehow manages to crawl on top of Killua and straddle him* *mostly to keep him from ESCAPING*
Killua: *laughing hysterically, squirming to get away from his fingers*
Train: You knew this was coming. *moves to tickling his sides and leans over, kissing the area around his navel* Are you going to wear it or not?
Killua: Stop! STOP! *tries to kick him, laughing hard* *tears in his eyes by now* FINE.
Train: ....... *doesn't stop right away* *might be enjoying himself a little too much*
Killua: *HYSTERICAL*
Train: *lets up JUST A LITTLE* Promise?? You're not lying again?
Killua: Promise! Stop!
Train: *acquiesces* You're lucky I didn't add the cat carrier into that deal.
Killua: *trying to calm down again* I would have killed you.
Train: *nuzzles his heaving stomach* I was feeling generous.
Killua: I hate you. You're cheating.
Train: I do what I gotta do to win. You'd do the same thing, don't bother denying it.
Killua: I'm not making you dress up as a girl. *glare*
Train: .... Because that'd be kinda horrifying. For us both.
Killua: .... this is horrifying anyway.
Train: Not for me. *BIG GRIN OF SATISFACTION*
Killua: ... I really, really hate you.
Train: That's not what you said a few minutes ago. *plants more lazy kisses around his belly button*
Killua: I do, though. *might be enjoying the kisses*
Train: If you hate me so much, break up with me. *might think his belly button is just a little adorable*
Killua: ... not THAT much. *squirms a little*
Train: That's what I thought. *hesitates* ....... *stops himself from going any further* *pulls his shirt back down*
Killua: *would kick him, but he's already hurt*
Train: *grateful for killua's 'CONSIDERATION'* So. How about that outfit?
Killua: When you're better.
Train: .... I don't wanna wait that long.
Killua: You have to. *glare*
Train: You're just.. going to keep putting it off, aren't you? *sulk*
Killua: ... two weeks. *blushing again* *hates this*
Train: *skeptical* And then it'll be another two weeks, then another 2, and so on..?
Killua: Two weeks. Promise. Unless you get hurt again.
Train: .... In that case, I won't leave the house until then. And wait at my window for you to come. With the outfit washed, ironed, and ready.
Killua: .... Idiot. You'd be too bored.
Train: I've been keeping busy with board games. And drawing on Sven's unconscious body. He's kinda like a living doodle pad. *pulls the blankets down a little and peeks out* .. I think the girls are back.
Killua: .... *quickly pulls the blanket over his head* I'll stay here, then.
Train: .... No, I want you to meet Rinslet. She'll probably pinch your cheeks and treat you like a five year old.
Killua: .... I'm leaving.
Train: ..... *somehow wraps himself around Killua with difficulty* No, you're not.
Killua: .... no girls. *doesn't mind*
Train: You should see how big her chest is. *dead weight*
Killua: I came here to see you, not females. *makes a face*
Train: I know, I know. But you should meet her anyway. She's been bugging me about it. A lot. *mimics a female voice* *horribly* TRAIN-CHAAAAAAAN. Why haven't you introduced me to your cute little boyfriend~~?
Killua: Because I'd kill her.
Train: .... No you wouldn't.
Killua: I would.
Train: She's a really good friend.
Killua: ... she's female and I want to be alone with you.
Train: ... My door's not locked. She could come in at any time. To check on me.
Killua: ... I'll lock it. *tries to get up*
Train: *still firmly glued to Killua like a parasite* *or barnacle*
Killua: .... you don't want to be alone with me? *sad puppy eyes*
Train: *damn those puppy eyes* *SIGHS* .. Yeah. I do. But.. would it really hurt to just meet her? Then lock her out afterwards?
Killua: I can meet her another time.
Train: ... We'll all go somewhere together.
Killua: Fine.
Train: And you'll spend HOURS of quality time together. Getting to know eachother.
Killua: .... no. I'll hide behind you.
Train: You'll spend time together and like it.
Killua: She's a female.
Train: She's a cool female.
Train: .. And stop calling them females.
Train: That's just weird.
Killua: ... but they're like a whole different species. Or something.
Train: They're exactly like you. Except.. with a few different parts. And they like pink and flowers and cuddly animals.
Killua: ... so nothing like me.
Train: You like cuddly animals.
Killua: I like animals in general. I want a dragon.
Train: .. Don't you have enough?
Killua: .... but. A dragon.
Train: What are you going to do with a dragon??
Killua: .... ride it places and scare people?
Train: ....... *facepalm*
Train: You don't need a dragon.
Killua: I want one.
Train: ..................... What? Is that Rins opening my door?
Killua: .... *jumps out of bed and runs over to lock it*
Train: *gathers up all the covers again in a massive BALL* *SNORES LOUDLY*
Killua: .... *walks back over to crawl into bed with him again now that they're safe*
Train: *doesn't let killua inside the massive blanket cocoon*
Killua: .... Train.
Train: .... Yes?
Killua: ... Let me under the blankets.
Train: ... Or what?
Killua: I'll leave.
Train: .... Don't you want to try to force your way in?
Killua: ... *forces his way in then*
Train: .. Wet blanket. *but wraps the covers back around them anyway* Now what?
Killua: Knowing you, you'll fall asleep.
Train: ... Well. There's usually only 2 things you do in a bed.
Killua: ... and one is out because of your injuries.
Train: .. We can't make a blanket fort because of my injuries?
Killua: .... *blush* Fine. We'll make a fort.
Train: *sits up* *whacks Killua with a pillow* Y'know, I gave up trying to rebuild my giant marshmallow pile. Thanks to you.
Killua: *doesn't bother blocking it* I ate most of it anyway.
Train: Yeah. Exactly why I was trying to rebuild it. I'm never letting you explore my secret base again.
Killua: I know where it is now.
Train: *crawls on top of him again* You don't know how to get to it. And you'll never find it on your own.
Killua: I can find it easily. *lets him*
Train: Even if it's in another dimension? *pinches* *prefers it when he puts up a fight*
Killua: Of course. Don't underestimate me. *pushes his hand away*
Train: The door's locked. With a special key. And there's a guard. An old guy named Fred, with a nightstick. *buries his face in Killua's hair* *<3*
Killua: I'll pick the lock and get rid of Fred. *moves his arms around him*
Train: Fred knows to look out for you. He's got pictures of lesbian pornography to ward you off. *likes the smell of his shampoo* *strawberry-scented?*
Killua: I'll bring matches and burn it. *has no idea what shampoo he's using*
Train: They'll be laminated. And fire-proofed. *likes it anyway* *might be wildberry?*
Killua: I'll cut them to shreds. *really has no clue*
Train: They'll be sticky, too. So the pieces of naked women stick to you. *may be having an inner monologue about killua's possible shampoo selection*
Killua: I'll use a knife. *bought the cheapest kind*
Train: The doors will be covered in them, too. So you'd have to touch them to open them. *uses herbal essences*
Killua: I'll get Sven to help me. *does he make orgasm sounds while showering too?*
Train: He wouldn't help you. That'd be treason. *maaaaybe*
Killua: He'd do anything for that porn. *wouldn't be surprised if he did*
Train: He's my loyal sidekick. You're the enemy. Unless you're a woman with DD's, he won't be swayed from my side. *can't help that the scent is so invigorating*
Killua: Is it porn of women with DD's? *not sure what DD's are* *would laugh at him if he heard*
Train: Not the same thing. He has stacks of those magazines in his room already. *doesn't really need killua* *has the shampoo*
Killua: So I'll bring Leorio instead. *will blow up the shampoo factory*
Train: Fred could take Leorio. He's had karate lessons at the YMCA. *has a mini stockpile* *just in case*
Killua: You shouldn't underestimate Leorio. *will throw those out*
Train: You shouldn't underestimate the YMCA. *needs some form of enjoyment for the next 2 weeks* *;_;*
Killua: I could take on everyone from the YMCA in my sleep. *will play board games and make out with him?*
Train: It's a very respectable dojo. *can killua invigorate his senses with an infusion of herbal essences?*
Killua: For weak people, maybe. *maybe he should start using it?*
Train: Not everybody's lucky enough to have super powers. *likes the shampoo he uses now* *definitely thinks it's wildberry, maybe with some coconut thrown in* .. I'm not really tired anymore. Y'wanna do something?
Killua: I don't have super powers. *always gets the cheapest, so he'll probably stop using it soon* Like what? You can't really do much right now.
Train: In my universe, you could probably be a superhero. If you learned how to fly. *will be very disappointed and upset when that day comes* There's some games in the closet. Fun games. That aren't Scrabble.
Killua: I can jump really high, does that count? Not all superheroes can fly, anyway. *maybe the next one will smell even better?* ... sure, why not. *gets up to go see what he has*
Train: .. No. And you'd be stealing my business. ... *it better* *rolls over and sits up, watching to see which one he picks* Already played Battleship to death. Any other one's fine.
Killua: We can be superheroes together? *though most likely it will smell worse* *goes through the games* I've never played most of these. You pick.
Train: Superheroes don't get paid. *will forcibly wash his hair with better shampoo if that happens* .. Uh. Either Operation or Mystery Date. .. Yeah, get Mystery Date. That one's fun.
Killua: We can steal money. *won't let him because no one touches his hair >|* ... Mystery Date? *finds it* Sounds boring.
Train: .. Then we'd be super villains. *hence the 'forcibly' part* It's a teenage girl game. But funny. And you'd probably beat me at the other games, anyway.
Killua: Super villains who catch other villains. *is stronger though* So let's play one of the other games!
Train: And steal stuff. *has his ways, obviously* .. No. I want a chance to WIN this one. Mystery Date. Now.
Killua: Well, otherwise we'd starve to death. *is not really that worried* Fine. Since you're hurt. *grabs the game and brings it back to the bed*
Train: Unless we became cannibals and ate the villains we caught. *he shouldn't be, as long as his shampoo doesn't change* Physically AND emotionally. *totally not milking it* So. To play this game, you pretty much have to pretend you're a 13 year old girl.
Killua: That could work, actually. *but it will, when the old one runs out* *rolls his eyes at him* In that case, I'm going to lose. I'm not going to do that.
Train: As long as the meat's cooked. I'm open to that. *:| be afraid. be very afraid.* Don't be such a wet blanket. *kicks off the blankets and crawls over to Killua and the game* Fine, you can pretend you're just a sexually/gender-confused 13 year old.
Killua: Why won't you eat it raw? *really isn't* How about I just pretend I'm a thirteen year old who's going to lose to make his boyfriend feel better?
Train: ... Because it tastes bad? *... fine then* See, you're supposed to use your IMAGINATION. I'll pretend I'm slightly older than 13 but totally willing to date teenage boys. *sets up the board*
Killua: ... you've tried it? *rolls eyes* You've got a really active imagination, then. *watches him* How do you play?
Train: ..... No, I'm just, y'know, making an assumption. *hands Killua his special little GUESSING CARD* You're supposed to ... get clues from this stupid little phone about the totally hawt guy you're going to go out with. And guess who it is. *might've played this game with Eve a few times* *always gets stuck with the losers*
Killua: ... so you don't know for sure. *blinks at stares at his card* ... that sounds really stupid. Why do you have this game?
Train: Any kind of raw meat's gross. And filled with.. diseases. Except fish. *innocent look* It's not mine. It's Eve's. And.. it's funny. Don't you wanna go out on a date with the captain of the football team?
Killua: ... you eat raw fish? *gives him the 'you're an idiot' look* *then rolls his eyes* You probably bought it because you wanted to play with her. And no, I don't.
Train: ... It's sushi, remember? We talked about that. *is very used to that look* *grins back* No, we were at a toy store and she wanted it. .. Are you sure? What about the deep, poetic artistic kid?
Killua: Sushi. Right. Tasted crap. *sticks his tongue out* But you play it with her. And she always hopes she gets Sven, right? And no. Is there a former assassin in there somewhere? Or a complete moron?
Train: ....... I'm gonna get you to try it again, eventually. *grabs his tongue* She probably imagines the captain of the football team is Sven. ... No, don't think so. Mostly high school stereotypes. There's a nerd, though. We can pretend he was secretly an assas.... *smacks him with the plastic phone* No.
Killua: ... I won't. *GLARES when he grabs his tongue, then tries to bite his fingers* ... a nerd wouldn't be very realistic. *lazily blocks the phone with his arm* Why not?
Train: Even if I dip it in chocolate? *was ready for those evil rodent teeth* *but lets go anyway and continues setting up the game* OK, fine. *holds up a card* We'll pretend the sexy, mysterious transfer student is me. And.. *holds up another* The nerd is you.
Killua: I'm not eating fish unless someone force feeds me. And you're not able to. *will just bite him later* ... I'm not a nerd. *grabs the plastic phone and hits him this time* *harder than necessary* *even though he's hurt*
Train: Fine, fine. More fish for me. *shrinks away from Killua, holding up his arms to defend himself* OW! OKAY, you can be the REBELLIOUS rebel who skips class and smokes in the bathroom. *scoots back and pouts a little, rubbing the spot where the phone hit* So abusive.
Killua: And more chocolate for me. *eats some chocolate and doesn't offer to share* And you're supposed to be one of the strongest people in your world? Pathetic. *hits him again* That sounds more like me.
Train: HEY if you're just going to beat up and insult the cripple, you can just leave. *tosses the cards at him and glares*
Killua: Fine. *is hit by cards* *which doesn't hurt* I'll stop. *hands him the phone and then offers some chocolate*
Train: *wouldn't really wanna hurt his boyfriend anyway* *more than he can say about KILLUA* *vicious midget* *takes the phone, but not the chocolate* Good. By the way, the rebellious rebel dies at a young age. Run over by his own motorcycle.
Killua: *he can take a plastic phone to the head come on* *eats more chocolate then* Okay. But can't I at least go out in battle? I want to be killed trying to... take over a chocolate factory or something.
Train: *ALREADY HAS A SENSITIVE HEAD* *killua isn't being very considerate :|* That's too uncool for the rebel. Maybe you get caught trying to peep through the windows at a women's dormitory.
Killua: *doesn't know the meaning of the word* Men's dormitory, at least. And that wouldn't be enough to kill me. And I wouldn't get caught.
Train: *is pretty aware of that already* *still rubbing head* You'd fall off the ladder and get impaled on a fence post. The transfer student, however, goes on to win the nobel prize, invent a cure for cancer, become immortal, and builds himself a castle made out of solid chocolate.
Killua: And while the transfer student was busy daydreaming that, he ended up being the one who got killed. By a psycho thirteen year old. *rolls eyes at him, but doesn't hit him again*
Train: .. The transfer student WOULD have shared the secret of immortality with the rebel, but he was a violent, arrogant jerk who kinda deserved to be impaled on a fence post. *hands him the phone again* You go first.
Killua: The transfer student was just heartbroken and crying himself to sleep every night because the rebel turned him down. Every time he asked. *takes the phone* How?
Train: The transfer student doesn't cry. He just slept with about 20 different girls to get over the rebel, who probably wasn't even that great in bed anyway. *points to the 'on' switch* Just press that. And dial one of the numbers on the card for your first clue.
Killua: Ew. The rebel won't touch anyone who's been with girls. *presses the 'on' switch and dials the number, putting the phone to his ear* *listens* *feels kind of stupid*
Train: *cracks up a little* Too bad for him. He missed out on something awesome. .. What's your first hint? Is he a sexy brunette? Does he like to surf? Is his favorite subject Chemistry?
Killua: So did the transfer student. But the rebel gets better sex in hell, anyway. Oh, and he comes back as a demon. *pause* He likes math, actually.
Train: .... The transfer student doesn't like demons. And he found someone better. *glances over the list of guys, and their LIKES/DISLIKES* That pretty much rules out all the semi-normal ones.
Killua: The rebel is too busy taking over hell for a relationship anyway. *looks at the list too* Normal is boring. Your turn.
Train: Normal is good. You're either going to get a nerd or a mutant. *takes the phone, dials another number* I HOPE IT'S JEFF. HEE HEE.
Killua: I'll take the mutant. *watches as he dials the number and then wants to hit him again* Why would anyone want you at all?
Train: ... So you want someone who looks like a frog and has excessive amounts of body hair? *listens to the clue, grinning like an idiot* Because I'm such a great catch, obviously.
Killua: ... better than some boring idiot who can't earn enough money for dinner. *really really wants to hit him* Since when?
Train: I earn plenty of cash. I just spend it right away. *tosses the phone back at him* My guy's favorite food is pizza. *crosses out a few choices on his handy little card* .. Since I was conceived.
Killua: That's even worse. You waste it on things you don't even need. *catches it* I don't like pizza much. And who likes babies that way. *makes a face*
Train: But it's so worth it. *sly glance back at the closet, where Killua's special outfits happen to be hanging* .. Uh, you'd be surprised. There's some serious sickos out there.
Killua: Maybe I should stop buying you food. *notices the look and glares* Like people who perv over thirteen year olds and wants to dress them up as girls? *dials a number again*
Train: If you want me to waste away to nothing, sure. *beams back at him* .. Yeah, just like that. You'd have to be seriously messed up to be attracted to, say, a scrawny, obnoxious preteen boy. .. What's your next clue?
Killua: You need to lose some weight, anyway. *prods his stomach* Or just pretty desperate. No one else lets you top? *crosses a few things out on his list* Mine also likes pizza. Boring. I don't want to date this guy.
Train: ....... Says the kid who's practically hanging over his short shorts. *smacks his hand away, because Killua MAY HAVE POKED A VERY SENSITIVE AREA* ... Y'know, I could tell you all about my wonderful topping experiences, but I don't think you wanna hear about it. *snatches the phone* Too bad. Mine sounds pretty dreamy, though.
Killua: I should start wearing pants. *random* I would have to kill all of them. *waits for him to dial the next number*
Train: .. No you shouldn't. I like the shorts. *feels like such a pervert* .. Another reason I'm not gonna tell you about them. *dials and listens eagerly* ... Oh. He's a blond. I hope he's cute.
Killua: I know you do. That's why I should stop wearing them. *he IS a pervert* ... tell me about them. *rolls eyes* Give me the phone.
Train: .. You'd stop doing something just because I like it? *kicked puppy face* *doesn't want to come to terms with his perversion* No. I'm still on pretty friendly with a couple of them. *hands it over* None of the geeks are blond. I'm in the clear.
Killua: Yes. *grins at him* So they should be easy to find, then. *takes the phone* *dials* He has brown eyes.
Train: ....... Well. You're wearing the sexy nurse outfit, so I guess I'll live. Mental photographs will keep me going. *glances at the list again curiously* Yeah, he sounds pretty boring. Too bad for you.
Killua: .... hopefully it won't fit. *glances at the list as well* Can I kill him?
Train: It'll fit. I know it will. Unless you gain 100 pounds in the next 2 weeks. *points to some random geeky guy* It's probably him. DREAAAAMY, huh?
Killua: I'll do my best, then. *looks at the geeky guy and makes a face* Just dial. *throws the phone at him*
Train: You can't do it. *catches the phone, laughing* If your next clue is 'he writes his name on his underwear', you're screwed. *dials yet again* ... He plays a sport.
Killua: Don't underestimate me. *glares at that* I don't like this game. *pause* So he's probably NOT a nerd. Give me the phone.
Train: You eat enough, but you work it off. You can't sit still and do nothing for 2 weeks. *pinches his cheek* I know. Which is why I chose it. .. This is MY guy who plays a sport. Yours could still be the captain of the chess team. *tosses him the phone*
Killua: ... you're probably right. I couldn't work out while I was sick, and I thought I was DYING. *glares and knocks his hands away* We're playing a different game next. *grabs the phone and dials* *pause* .... *longer pause* .... *even longer pause*
Train: We can play Operation next. You'll kick my ass at that game, if that makes you feel better. *leans forward expectantly, waiting for the clue* ... Well? Does he have a pocket protector?
Killua: .... he writes his name on his underwear.
Train: ................................................................... *starts laughing hysterically*
Killua: .... *GLARES* It's not funny.
Train: *CAN'T TALK* *STILL LAUGHING* *VERY CLOSE TO CRYING, TOO*
Killua: *HITS HIM WITH A PILLOW*
Train: *FALLS OVER, NOW IN TEARS* YOU.. AHAHAHA. THE NERD.... *wheeze*
Killua: ... *KEEPS HITTING HIM*
Train: *SHIELDS HIMSELF AND CONTINUES LAUGHING* *MIGHT BE GASPING FOR BREATH*
Killua: *HIT HIT HIT HIT HIT*
Train: *SHAKING* AHAHAA. You.. you guys could... do calculus together.... and... and watch star trek.. *rolls over to protect himself from Killua's wrath* *muffles laughter a little*
Killua: I've never been able to learn math. *keeps hitting him* And I've never seen Star Trek. *HIT HIT HIT* And I hate you. *HIT* And you can forget about that costume now.
Train: He could.. teach you.. *tries to hide under the covers, too* *snickering* And take you to a star trek convention... *pops back out again after that last bit, though* .... HEY, WAIT. You promised!
Killua: *smug grin as Train reappears* We're playing a different game.
Train: ... *suddenly serious* I didn't even get to see who my date was.
Killua: Doesn't matter. I was going to kill him anyway.
Train: He's a card. *grabs one randomly, anyway* OH LOOK. The sensitive writer. Just who I wanted.
Killua: ... *grabs the card and tears it in half* There. I killed him.
Train: ... *sad* But he was going to take me to the prom.
Killua: I don't feel like playing games anymore. *tears it into fourths*
Train: *gathers up the pieces* RIP, Brad. We'll never meet again. .. Then what do you wanna do?
Killua: Are you hungry? You probably haven't been able to afford food without me.
Train: ... Actually, Rins is feeding us pretty well. *tosses Brad's remains back in the mystery date box*
Killua: ... you got yourself a maid now? You can't afford that.
Train: She's not a maid. She's doing it for free 'cuz she loves us. *throws the rest of the game stuff in the box, too*
Killua: ... did she hit her head or something? Did Creed hit her head? *picks the game up and carries it back to where he found it*
Train: No. She was worried about us. That so hard to believe? *secretly still amused that killua got the nerd* *tries not to smile*
Killua: Yes. Most people would run away screaming. *so knows what he's thinking* *glare*
Train: I've got great friends. *COVERS MOUTH FOR HIS OWN SAFETY*
Killua: She's probably poisoning your food. It's a slow and painful death. *decides to let him off the hook* So you don't need food?
Train: If I gotta go, I guess I'd rather go while eating awesome food. *snickers a little, anyway* Ate about half an hour before you got here. But if you're hungry..?
Killua: Better food at restaurants. *... glares again* I have chocolate. That's all I need.
Train: Yeah, well. Anything's better than chocolate spaghetti. And instant ramen. *might actually be getting tired* *a little* You sure? We've got a fridge full of broccoli and spinach.
Killua: I like ramen. One of the few things I do like. *isn't tired, but wouldn't mind cuddling* *though he'd deny that, of course* Yeah, I'm sure. *looks disgusted*
Train: ... It gets old. Really fast. Even with all the flavors. *tugs the covers back over his head* Not my problem if you stay 3 feet tall for the rest of your life.
Killua: Have you ever had ramen in Konoha? *crawls back under the covers as well* I don't care if I'm short. And you want me to be.
Train: Noodles are noodles are noodles.. are noodles, aren't they? *makes room for him automatically* .. True. You're a lot cuter when you're half my height.
Killua: The ones in Konoha are the best. Seriously. *might be snuggling against him a little* You'd probably dump me if I got taller.
Train: What's so special about their noodles? *slides one arm around his waist* Probably. I wouldn't have a reason to live.
Killua: You haven't tried them. I'll take you there sometime. *moves a little closer* So why do you want me to eat healthier?
Train: .. And you'll pay? *smooths his hair away from his face* *might be making up excuses now to touch his hair* Dunno. Maybe I'm turning into your mother.
Killua: Sure. I always do anyway. *pulls his face away a little, because he doesn't trust him not to braid it* I don't need a mother. I don't even like my mother.
Train: Y'know, I buy you stuff sometimes. I just.. uh. Have bills. And.. adult-ish stuff to pay for that you don't have to worry about. *wasn't planning on braiding it* *;_;* *doesn't protest, though, and just cuddles with him* C'mon, who wouldn't want an android for a mom.
Killua: ... I have those things. It's not like my parents pay that for me. It's not like they EVER did. I just earn more money than you do. *cuddles back* *will never trust him again* I don't want a mom.
Train: You don't have like 5 different mortgages to pay. Or a few car payments. Or.... Eve. *already starting to doze off* *will get him one day* *when he's least expecting it* ... I kinda do. Wanna trade?
Killua: You'd be surprised. And I have Gon to take care of. And you. *isn't sleepy* *never lets his guard down* You don't want mine. She'd kill you.
Train: Girls are more expensive. They need more stuff. Like.. hygiene products. *blames the painkillers* *and his 18 hour sleeping schedule* *we'll see about that* A non-cyborg mom would be preferred, yeah.
Killua: You'd be surprised what Gon needs. Besides, he buys stuff for Machi, to. *is used to him falling asleep all the time* *will never let him braid his hair again* You have Rinslet.
Train: .. *mumbles* Oh well. I guess I'll just have to get over being your trophy wife. *killua just makes an excellent human-sized pillow* She's more like a sister. And... your mom flirting with you is kinda.. disturbing.
Killua: Probably, yes. *doesn't really mind, even if he complains occasionally* ... tell her to stop that. I don't like it. And delete that icon you uploaded for her.
Train: Does that mean I can stop working? You'll buy me my own house somewhere, and I can just shop all day, wasting your money? *leans forward a little and kisses his nose* She's not gonna listen to me. And she'll yell at me if I do.
Killua: You'd be bored to death. You love your job. *scrunches up his nose a little* Don't do that. And delete it. I'll yell at you if you don't.
Train: I dunno. I could get used to it. Maybe. *.... kisses again for the hell of it* We're just hugging in the icon. Nothing dirty.
Killua: I doubt it. Besides, I want to do jobs with you occasionally. *pushes his face away* I'm deleting it for you.
Train: No, really. I can join one of those clubs. Find a group of useless, brainless women to hang out and gossip with. ... *buries his face in the pillows instead, feigning hurt feelings* I'll just reupload it.
Killua: Sven will probably join you. He'd like it. *is so not fooled* No, you won't.
Train: He'd need a sugar daddy, first. That's a club requirement. *whimpers a little* Yes, I will.
Killua: Eve will probably be willing. *tugs at his hair* No, you won't. I don't like it.
Train: She's not rich. Not yet, at least. *doesn't move, just keeps whimpering* You've got similar icons. What's the big deal?
Killua: She probably will be. She's smart and strong. *tugs harder* She's female. And she flirts with you. She probably doesn't even consider you off limits since I'm a kid.
Train: I thought you didn't like her. *reaches over and tugs back on Killua's hair* She's told me herself, it's just harmless flirting. We're like siblings.
Killua: I don't. But she's still smart and strong. For a female. *knocks his hand away* I'll talk to her. Maybe. Now sleep, you're tired.
Train: And she beats me up, too. But that's just another plus, right? *tries to pry his hands out of his hair* Working on it. If you'd stop pulling my hair.
Killua: Yep. I approve of that. *moves his arms around him instead* Fine, fine.
Train: .. Just warning you, you'll probably be stuck here until I wake up. *turns and rests his forehead against Killua's* Night.
Killua: I'm used to that. *always manages to sneak off and return before he wakes up* Night.
Train: ... *glad he doesn't know that* *falls asleep in about 3.2 seconds*
Killua: *sighs and stays there for a while at least* *until he runs out of candy*
LONG LOG IS LONG.