[Killua's comeback is equally bad, but he knows he's the one in the wrong here whether he'll admit it or not. Glaring back at Mordred, Killua begrudgingly loosens his grip on her wrist before tugging his hand back and stuffing it into his pocket.]
...Fine. I don't care what you do with it, so knock yourself out.
[If Mordred opts to look instead of tossing it away, she'll find Killua's "ID"– a license validating him as a hunter written in his home world's language. Aside from that, there's some loose change and a photo he took with his sister and his best friend. The photo is all that really matters, but whether or not Mordred agrees is out of his control.]
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[Killua's comeback is equally bad, but he knows he's the one in the wrong here whether he'll admit it or not. Glaring back at Mordred, Killua begrudgingly loosens his grip on her wrist before tugging his hand back and stuffing it into his pocket.]
...Fine. I don't care what you do with it, so knock yourself out.
[If Mordred opts to look instead of tossing it away, she'll find Killua's "ID"– a license validating him as a hunter written in his home world's language. Aside from that, there's some loose change and a photo he took with his sister and his best friend. The photo is all that really matters, but whether or not Mordred agrees is out of his control.]