*killua rubs her shoulders with an affectionate chuckle, deciding to go with his gut and start walking in the original direction he'd pointed. but his gut must be confused by all the bubbles swimming in it, because no matter how far they go they never seem to stumble upon anything familiar. stumped, he comes to a halt and looks around the hallway with a frustrated huff. all the doors seem to be blending into one, until a single difference catches his eye.*
is that... my name?
*he steps closer and sees that etched on one of the doors is indeed his own name. he tries the handle and it opens, beckoning him into a room that seems to be tailor-made just for him. a huge flat bed sits in the center of it on an elevated platform, piled with comfy blankets and pillows in deep purples and blues. against the rock-face wall behind it is a mini-fridge and some cabinets for snacks, and across from it is a flat screen TV set up with the latest model of JS and a comfy blue beanbag to play it on. the other walls are lined with shelves and hooks for him to display his boards and guitars, once he moves them over from the cat room to what is undeniably meant to be his.*
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Date: 2023-03-21 04:12 pm (UTC)*killua rubs her shoulders with an affectionate chuckle, deciding to go with his gut and start walking in the original direction he'd pointed. but his gut must be confused by all the bubbles swimming in it, because no matter how far they go they never seem to stumble upon anything familiar. stumped, he comes to a halt and looks around the hallway with a frustrated huff. all the doors seem to be blending into one, until a single difference catches his eye.*
is that... my name?
*he steps closer and sees that etched on one of the doors is indeed his own name. he tries the handle and it opens, beckoning him into a room that seems to be tailor-made just for him. a huge flat bed sits in the center of it on an elevated platform, piled with comfy blankets and pillows in deep purples and blues. against the rock-face wall behind it is a mini-fridge and some cabinets for snacks, and across from it is a flat screen TV set up with the latest model of JS and a comfy blue beanbag to play it on. the other walls are lined with shelves and hooks for him to display his boards and guitars, once he moves them over from the cat room to what is undeniably meant to be his.*
no way... this is awesome!