*killua steps through the door first, laying a hand out before his precious little sister so she stays safe and sound on the other side of it until he's determined it's not dangerous. it seems harmless enough -- another vast, scenic outdoors room, of which there are several on the ship. very few come with no side effects, however, and this one is no different. he only gets a cautious step or two inside before he feels a strange tug at his back, snapping his spine straight with a crack. suddenly he feels his shirt tear open, two huge, feathery wings breaking through and spreading in the air behind him. instead of hurting, the transformation feels abnormally satisfying, like he's just finished a lengthy stretching session after being chained up in a dungeon for days.
laughing in bewilderment, he peels off the leftover tatters of his shirt and discards them as he turns back to alluka, silvery-speckled white wings folding naturally behind him.*
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*killua steps through the door first, laying a hand out before his precious little sister so she stays safe and sound on the other side of it until he's determined it's not dangerous. it seems harmless enough -- another vast, scenic outdoors room, of which there are several on the ship. very few come with no side effects, however, and this one is no different. he only gets a cautious step or two inside before he feels a strange tug at his back, snapping his spine straight with a crack. suddenly he feels his shirt tear open, two huge, feathery wings breaking through and spreading in the air behind him. instead of hurting, the transformation feels abnormally satisfying, like he's just finished a lengthy stretching session after being chained up in a dungeon for days.
laughing in bewilderment, he peels off the leftover tatters of his shirt and discards them as he turns back to alluka, silvery-speckled white wings folding naturally behind him.*
...is that dress backless?