[Killua needed all that time to effectively hide the dangerous wire cut from a lamp and the gifts he'd gotten for her for Christmas away in his closet. Along with anything else that was probably embarrassing and lying around, like a comic or magazine or two.
At the yell, he tries his best to run his hands through static charged hair and try to make it stand up a little less as he slides down the banister to the door. Not much luck.
He opens the door anyway, looking a little baffled still that Mabel decided to rush over-- but moreso now at whatever she brought. He's in a baggy, white tank top and some simple cargo pants, so at least he's not a fashion disaster today aside from a little extra life in his hair.]
Hey, Mabel... What's all that? [Letting go of the door, he steps back a few steps in implication that she can head on in.]
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At the yell, he tries his best to run his hands through static charged hair and try to make it stand up a little less as he slides down the banister to the door. Not much luck.
He opens the door anyway, looking a little baffled still that Mabel decided to rush over-- but moreso now at whatever she brought. He's in a baggy, white tank top and some simple cargo pants, so at least he's not a fashion disaster today aside from a little extra life in his hair.]
Hey, Mabel... What's all that? [Letting go of the door, he steps back a few steps in implication that she can head on in.]