Kurapika-sama: How many are there?
Princess Floréa: About three times as more as I have friends...
Floraleon: Hoo, boy...
Princess Floréa: Yep. About everyone is stuck-up, snotty, and stupid. Well, all my enemies are.
Floraleon: Not a bit of manga-wise knowledge?
Princess Floréa: Nope.
Kurapika-sama: Or Elephant-Patotoy-wise?
Princess Floréa: Absolutely not. *hooks up the karaoke machine* SCHOOL'S OUT! FOR THE SUMMER!!! SCHOOL'S OUT FOREVER!!! I'M BORED TO PIECES!!! And I forgot the rest...
Floraleon: *facefaults*
Death Angel
Chapter Seven: Decision
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"His wings?" Leorio sat down in a plushy armchair.
"Can't he just hide tham?"
"Idiot." Killua replied. "The wings are the source
of magic, and it would take way too much energy to conceal them."
"Now you're turning into the walking encyclopedia?"
"Shut up."
Gon looked out towards the rose gardens. "Will Kurapika
come back with us? What do you think?"
"I think I will."
They stared. "Kurapika..." Gon's voice trailed off,
"You're actually...?"
"Yes."
"You aren't afraid, are you?"
"Why should he?" Killua leaned against the wall
casually. "I mean, he's Kurapika."
"We all know he's Kurapika!"
"I meant it as Kurapika isn't supposed to be afraid!"
"Oh."
"When is this thing going to take place?" Leorio
wondered out loud.
"Tomorrow, at midnight."
"You have it all planned out?"
"I knew that."
"I'll see you later." Kurapika said as he left the
room.
Kurapika-sama: So what did Qwerty1234 say?
Princess Floréa: She said the next chapter ought to be rated R.
Floraleon: I don't see why.
Princess Floréa: I don't either...