*killua takes a small but noticeable step back as kalluto approaches, leaving his trousers behind. modest by contrast, killua clutches his vest to his chest with a hot-faced glower.*

no way. i’m trying to put on more clothes, not less.

*he nods his head to the pair of sailor pants left discarded on the ground behind kalluto, retorting,*

why don’t you just poof yourself some other pants, if you don’t like those?