*killua pouts as his sister pokes his pooching belly, trying and failing to suck it away from her finger. she's, right, though -- he can think of nothing he'd like more right now than to stretch out on his favorite beanbag and sleep off all these drinks.*

yeah, let's go home.

*with a grunt of effort he peels himself off the couch and reaches for her hand, pulling her along with him as he stumbles toward the exit of the room. the endless hallway stretches out in either direction, door upon identical door making his head spin with vertigo.*

uh... we came from that way... right?