*It wasn't a threat, but Kalluto was still completely caught off guard by the appearance of his brother. He stands up and strides towards Killua, the hand in front of his face briefly dropping to his side before moving to gracefully adjust the fit of his cap. He was nervous, still not sure if he was holding out hope that what he heard in the shower was real, or hoping that it was imagination. Was Killua reacting this way because of how ridiculous they both looked... or because he knew?*
I'm a sailor. What are you supposed to be? *Kalluto asked, genuinely curious, since his brother's occupation was not obvious.
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Date: 2023-10-10 09:52 pm (UTC)I'm a sailor. What are you supposed to be? *Kalluto asked, genuinely curious, since his brother's occupation was not obvious.