*killua can’t help but laugh, grinning as he drops his hands to his hips and reassures her,* you’re the prettiest bug i’ve ever seen.

*he takes in her glittering wings for a moment, wondering what it must be like to fly with appendages so different from his own. it was easy to adapt to bone and muscle, to treat his wings as just another limb on his body, jointed and flexible and strong. he starts to walks around her in a circle as he inspects her wings, squinting at the junction where delicate scales meet skin.*

i dunno, it just kinda came naturally to me once i was up in the air...

*a playful grin returns to his contemplative face.*

what if i pick you up and spin you around again?