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. ]

Comments

[shooteverything]

[ heine glances in the direction that killua indicates. ]

Looks like he's gone. C'mon.

[killectric]

[Killua seems tense, but after checking if the coast was clear himself he finally stepped out.]

We gotta get out of here fast.

[He hurries to the door, looking either way before rushing in the opposite direction.]

[shooteverything]

Okay, okay. [ heine goes after killua, trying to look less suspicious, at least. no one seems to be following them, and heine goes at a faster walk as they exit the mall. ]

I have to buy groceries, by the way.

[ so don't go too fast! ]

[killectric]

[Nyooom, Killua is booking it. It's only once they're out of the mall that he stops to breath, hands on his knees and coughing, nose dripping just before he sneezes. He wipes his nose on his sleeve and looks up, face red.]

Okay... I think we lost him. Let's go.

[shooteverything]

[ heine makes a mental note to buy some boxes of tissues at the grocery store. ]

What does he look like? [ actually: ] What does the rest of your family look like?

[killectric]

Creepy. [Killua says, and seems content to leave it at just that--but eventually adds more after sorting out his sniffles and catching his breath.]

He's really tall and skinny, with long black hair. My dad's really tall too, but he's built like a pro-wrestler and has long white hair. The rest of my family doesn't really go out much, so I don't think we have to worry about them...except maybe grandpa Zeno.

[shooteverything]

[ so the hair thing isn't genetic? heine tries to remember what killua's saying about his family, in case he sees anyone matching that description. ]

Okay. [ heine makes a turn down the street to a grocery store. ] What's your grandpa look like?

[killectric]

Old and hunched over.

[Killua is so very helpful. While they walk he reaches over to swipe the skateboard from Heine, flipping it under his feet mid-step and then rolling along beside him.]

WRONG ACCOUNT LMAO

[shooteverything]

[ well... that could be any grandpa, but heine lets it pass because he's more distracted by killua taking the skateboard. he sighs but lets that go. he doesn't really like shopping, and he guesses that having another person in the house means he'll need to buy more. ]

Okay, just don't run off.

[ he starts with buying pasta and deli meat, and sandwich bread. he's not good at cooking, ok. ]

hiene

[killectric]

Okay! I'll pick some stuff up too. [Killua rolls off.

About three seconds later screaming is heard, and somebody loudly scolding a "little boy" about "riding skateboards indoors".

A few minutes later, Killua comes back with his skateboard under one arm and a chin-high pile of chocolatey cereal, candy, and lunchables in the other. So many lunchables. Not even the $1.99 ones, but the ones that are pushing $4.

Somebody is used to being spoiled.]

at least i haven't typoed as hine yet

[shooteverything]

[ heine just shakes his head. this kid...

he finds his own food and just adds some to the quantity, figuring he can come back and shop more later. when killua gets back, heine looks him over with an expression of someone who is extremely unimpressed. ]

Put those back.

yet

[killectric]

Huh?! [Complete shock, Killua's mouth hangs open, like he's never been told to put something back in his life.] All of it?

[shooteverything]

Yes. [ bro you're lucky he doesn't shove you off your skateboard. ]

I'm not buying that shit.

[ lunchables have no nutritional value! ]

[killectric]

[Have you even read the nutritional facts on the lunchables. Plenty of value.]

But--... [He puffs his cheeks out, knowing that he really has no right to argue when Heine's already done so much for him.]

Can I at least have the cereal? [He figures the candy is a no-go, and the cereal is the cheapest thing for its size otherwise.]

[shooteverything]

[ empty calories, killua. empty calories. ]

I already have cereal.

[ heine really doesn't see the difference between different brands and flavors... he barely eats anyway. ]

[killectric]

But this one is Coco Puffs...all you have at your apartment are Cheerios! Who even eats those?

[Delicious empty calories, Heine.]

[shooteverything]

You looked in my pantry?

[ that's kind of weird... oh well. heine just shakes his head at the coco puffs. ]

These don't taste like anything but sugar.

[killectric]

I was hungry...

[He's a growing boy, okay.]

And they taste like chocolate. Besides, what's wrong with sugar? It makes stuff sweet!

[shooteverything]

Not real chocolate.

[ heine shakes his head a little. ]

Fine, whatever. Give me that and I'll go check out.

[killectric]

Real enough! [Hey, that's a victory for him. Killua hands the box over and then just sticks the rest of the very perishable, very refrigerated lunchables onto the nearest shelf. Somebody else can put them back.]

Alright, let's get out of here before my brother shows up again.

[shooteverything]

Okay, okay.

[ heine doesn't even care that killua is ruining some merchandise, he's just about ready to go back to his apartment. he checks out and pays, before he starts walking again. ]