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[blueser]

"Hello... Whatever... Don't worry about me. I'm doing peachy over here! I was just looking for something to do! Wanna battle me again?"

[telepathy | Pidgeot-mail]

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[trypanophobic]

Oh. Yeah.

Sorry.

[of course it would be bond oriented. not self inflicted, born of obsession and self destruction. jesus. what was wrong with him?]

The bond...

There was just—something a little similar, back home. Not totally the same, kind of like Nen and Eevee's Swift. It didn't have anything to do with animals or bonds or anything, though. I was thinking about something stupid.

[in fact, that whole thing happened because of a bond's suffering, didn't it?]

...Does that mean you'd be using your Aura? How does it involve you? If it's like that, I wonder if it might make you feel worn out.

[blueser]

[Something similar? Blue's frown doesn't go away, because of what he knows about their world it's... so much unpleasantness....]

[Was he making him uncomfortable, asking something like this of him? Should he just drop it?]

[He knows Killua is the type to just swallow it down and keep it moving, but Blue doesn't want him to have to do that. He hesitates, and seems to search his face for a moment, but--]

[Like previous times, he decides to let it go..... for the moment.]

Well...... I guess that's why I wanted you to help. [Blue fiddles with the stone, its marbled colors leaving a shadow on the counter.] I have no idea about any of that kind of thing, but I thought that if I try to do the same training as you, me and Pidgeot could find some to-- I dunno. Synch up our aura, or whatever?

--Ah, I chose Pidgeot to be my partner for this. Steven said it had to be a fully evolved Pokémon, and... [He glances towards Eevee, exchanging knowing looks.] I don't have any intentions of ever making him evolve.

Of course, I have other reasons, too.

[trypanophobic]

Mm.

[Killua smiles, wholly and earnestly again, and he leans forward on his palm. he watches Blue's resolve with a sort of marked fondness, more pleasant thoughts kept private, rather than any torturous memories. he knows that Blue is like him, and Gon, and everyone else here—unable to really stretch in their element, confined by limitations of another world. so it's nice to see him engaging in it, and... nice that he wants Killua involved.

he closes his eyes, shrugging a shoulder.]

Yeah, I might have some ideas.

[blueser]

[For some reason, the way Killua's eyes upon him feel as he explains his intentions...]

[It feels nice. For reasons he can't describe. He couldn't begin to guess what Killua is thinking about- what training techniques he's going to try with Blue, or maybe a memory from home. A better one, hopefully- he didn't look quite so anxious anymore.]

[He looked kind of ...happy. Was he just biased in wanting to imagine that?]

[Blue feels his cheeks pink a little, and he pulls his eyes away to drop to the Key Stone again.]

Mm... Thanks, then. Let's figure out some time to try that stuff out.