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]

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!