*It felt like an eternity since Kalluto had seen his sister last. Back then, he didn't even know her as as sister. He stared at the note, not needing much time at all to think of what he should give her.
Kalluto supplemented what he remembered about Alluka's preferred clothing with the scant details he'd been able to garner from Killua as they spoke, and conjured a vivid image of Alluka in his mind. Just as he was about to gather some paper, it appeared in his hands, glossy and shiny. Immaculately made, and about a foot tall.
He grumbled, since it was a little more work imbuing existing paper with Nen - he'd have preferred creating it himself - but he still was long finished by the time he reached the door specified in the pink note.
He knocked at the door, a polite rapping that identified him as a Zoldyck, because of acculturation rather than any specifically agreed signal.*
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Date: 2023-09-23 07:46 pm (UTC)Kalluto supplemented what he remembered about Alluka's preferred clothing with the scant details he'd been able to garner from Killua as they spoke, and conjured a vivid image of Alluka in his mind. Just as he was about to gather some paper, it appeared in his hands, glossy and shiny. Immaculately made, and about a foot tall.
He grumbled, since it was a little more work imbuing existing paper with Nen - he'd have preferred creating it himself - but he still was long finished by the time he reached the door specified in the pink note.
He knocked at the door, a polite rapping that identified him as a Zoldyck, because of acculturation rather than any specifically agreed signal.*