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[nestingdevil]

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CONTACTS

0.0.0.0 ♦ "MASON" | Heather

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0.0.0.0 ♦ STOCKE

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0.0.0.0 ♦ AOBA

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0.0.0.0 ♦ "JUSTINE"

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0.0.0.0 ♦ KILLUA

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0.0.0.0 ♦ ZOLF J. KIMBLEY

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0.0.0.0 ♦ EDWARD ELRIC

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0.0.0.0 ♦ "XANDER" | SANDRATH

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Comments

[killectric]

[Killua's quieter than before, just wanting to get what he wants and get out of here. He leans forward to grab the napkin, glancing at the names inside before he stuffs them into the pocket of his lengthy track shorts. They were already memorized, the gesture was pointless.]

Mason? Got it. [If Greed wasn't going to offer up their private channel or address off the bat, Killua assumed he either didn't know it, or he wanted him to figure it out on his own. Either way, he's found targets with less information.]

No, that's it. [He's gotten what he needed for today. Greed didn't get the privilege excess information--not when everything Killua held back was a potential bargaining chip.]

[nestingdevil]

Then I guess we're done here - [Though unlike Killua, Greed doesn't seem apt to move. Instead, his hand shoots up lazily beside his head and his claws unfurl, wafting through the air to chase away the thought. Lasting threads of smoke run and disappear between his knuckles, drifting aimlessly out into the hallway.] - though I doubt this is the last time we'll see each other, hmn?

[The Sin clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth, sending the forks rattling. He watches the other leave with mild interest and his temple slouches against the knuckles of his other hand. He shrugs when Killua's finally gone and a soft flick of a match sparks. Something clacks against the surface of the table.]

[Despite everything, the kid hadn't been a waste of time in the slightest.]