i'm always right but what's your perception?

[shooteverything]

[ detention in the bio classroom isn't as bad as it could be. at least there's stuff to look at. heine's gaze trails over the dusty blackboard, the sun coming in through the window, and the old raccoon specimen in a glass case on a high shelf. the sun isn't actually that appealing; he burns too easy to enjoy it.

so: staying inside and cleaning the classroom as punishment is an all right option, all things considered. heine picks up a rag with two fingers from the countertop to hold it under the tap, ready to get started and do a just-barely adequate job so that the teacher won't get on his ass.

there's supposed to be someone else coming in. he glances toward the doorway, checking to see if they've arrived yet. if they're unwelcome company, he can either intimidate them into cleaning by themselves or, worst case scenario, kick them out and just do it alone. ]

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[killectric]

[Killua gulps, eyes shakily focused on his arm. He can't go home like this anyway, his parents will have a fit.]

Yeah, I guess. Just get it over with.

[shooteverything]

...try not to look.

Or scream.

[ without further ado, heine applies force to the limb, hard enough to get it back into its socket. it's a partial dislocation, but still likely painful enough to cause most people to pass out. heine inspects the joint again; it's already bruising, but it's back where it should be. ]

[killectric]

Hhh--! [Killua doesn't exactly scream. It's an internalized noise, stifled behind gritted teeth and sealed lips as his body trembles. The process is quick and over before he even knows it, but it still leaves Killua exhausted and gasping afterward.]

...Ow.

[shooteverything]

[ well, that part's over, at least. heine stands back, perspiring a little himself. ]

Are you old enough to take aspirin?

[killectric]

[Killua looks incredibly done what with his brow drawn and sweat trailing down it.]

I'm not that young, moron.

[shooteverything]

I'll dislocate your arm again.

[ despite how flat his tone is, he's joking. heine slips off again to find aspirin in nill's medicine cabinet and returns with a tablet he hands over. ]

[killectric]

You're full of it!

[Killua swipes the tablet once Heine comes over, gulping it down dry with a small cough.] Ugh... This sucks.

[shooteverything]

[ heine just shrugs, he's heard worse. ]

I don't have anything to make a sling, but you can probably get one at CVS. Don't use that arm for a while.

[killectric]

Are you kidding? My parents will ship me off if they find out!

[Bracing a hand against his shoulder, Killua slowly rolls it as he grits his teeth. He'll just have to get used to it...]

[shooteverything]

To where, the hospital?

[ seriously though: ] You'll fuck it up worse if you move it.

[killectric]

No--they'll send me to some private school. [Killua drops his arm with a his, huddling over to clutch it as he shakes.]

The kind you can't leave.

[shooteverything]

[ heine keeps himself from saying "you can always leave", because his idea of "leaving" is a little too dark and too permanent. another suggestion— ] Just run away, then.

[ as if it's easy. it wasn't, for him, but here he is anyway. ]

Stay with a friend for a while.

[killectric]

Tch... Easy for you to say.

[Killua didn't have any friends, plain and simple. He was supposed to go to school and come back home. He was already pushing it by being out as long as he was right now.]

You don't have a weird obsessive brother to track you down.

[shooteverything]

Well, "mother" still sends him after me sometimes.

[ heine rubs the pad of his thumb against the corner of his mouth and takes a seat on the arm of the couch. ]

She hasn't since I broke his leg, though.

[killectric]

[Killua blinks, looking up. Hey, this guy didn't seem that bad after all.]

Yeah, well... I can't try something like that on him. I mean, I stabbed my other older brother once, but he was totally asking for it.

[shooteverything]

Why, you can't take him?

[ heine's the oldest, now, since arthur and lotto are... probably dead. ]

[killectric]

... [Killua purses his lips and looks away.] He's almost twice my age.

[shooteverything]

[ heine gives him a look that says "so?" but after a pause, he rethinks it, maybe feeling some sympathy towards a kid who reminds him too much of himself. he slips off the arm of the couch and stands to speak again. ]

You can stay here for now. Turn on the TV if you want. I'll be around—don't touch anything.

[ there's an unspoken or else that heine conveys simply by narrowing his eyes as he goes deeper into the apartment. ]

[killectric]

Eh? Really? [He blinks up in surprise, honestly grateful even if he can't help himself from what he says next:]

How am I supposed to turn the TV on if I can't touch anything?

[shooteverything]

[ heine glares at killua, but he refrains from throwing anything at him. caring for an injured child 101. ]

Don't be a dick.

[killectric]

[Smiling innocently~] I was just asking!