[Killua's expression shifts from jovial, to curious, to... surprised, maybe sort of distracted, as he stares at the bags of macarons.
Killua's heart twists, his face flushing as he glances from the bags to Blue.]
H-huh?
[his heart races, a little. it's the same sort of embarrassment he feels from earnest compliments from people he loves, and it makes Killua feel a little strangled. he straightens up, though, reigning himself in. something about it, Blue thinking of him... even if he's kind of negging, just—]
I mean, obviously I can. But not in like, one sitting, if that's what you mean...
[Killua drops his bag by a stool, swinging his weight into one of them as he hoists himself on his elbows over the counter, peering at the bags again. and, once again, he glances back at Blue, pursing his lips, too flustered to thank his friend, even though he feels he should. Killua's face is still pink.]
...You don't like them?
[not that he expects Blue could eat so many, but he wonders if he'd eat any at all. he wasn't big on sweets, just like Gon... but...
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Killua's heart twists, his face flushing as he glances from the bags to Blue.]
H-huh?
[his heart races, a little. it's the same sort of embarrassment he feels from earnest compliments from people he loves, and it makes Killua feel a little strangled. he straightens up, though, reigning himself in. something about it, Blue thinking of him... even if he's kind of negging, just—]
I mean, obviously I can. But not in like, one sitting, if that's what you mean...
[Killua drops his bag by a stool, swinging his weight into one of them as he hoists himself on his elbows over the counter, peering at the bags again. and, once again, he glances back at Blue, pursing his lips, too flustered to thank his friend, even though he feels he should. Killua's face is still pink.]
...You don't like them?
[not that he expects Blue could eat so many, but he wonders if he'd eat any at all. he wasn't big on sweets, just like Gon... but...
it'd be nice to share... maybe.]