𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 : 𝓑͟𝒊͟𝒔͟𝒌͟𝒚͟ .ᐟ

"I gotta say thanks for training me a while back! You have no idea how much you helped."

"Ms.Bisky! How's it going?"

❝ woaaaah, Nen can do that, huh? ❞ she looks at the ki— the 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 with awe. a smile creeps back onto her face. ❝ that’s pretty incredible. you must be, like, a Nen genius or something, right? ❞

❝ n-no! well, kind of, i guess? i know you shrink as you get older but you don’t even have a wrin— ❞ her motormouth halts itself as her eyes widen. ❝ and you’re a Hunter 𝘵𝘰𝘰 .ᐣ.ᐟ ❞ steam pours out her ears; her mind is officially overcooked.

❝ 𝘸𝘩𝘺 ?! ❞ she looks the girl up and down, frantic, before standing up herself. the way Flint frowns at her, it’s like she’s offended at the very question. ❝ be— because! you’re like four feet tall! and you look like you’re 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦, that’s why! ❞

a blink. ❝ eh? ❞ then a beat. and then— ❝ EHHH?! nuh-uh! no way! a lie, a trick! ❞

she’s so cute, but so little, like a collectable doll! she crouches down to speak to the “child” with a smile. well intended but miserably mistaken. ❝ everything okay? are you lost? ❞

𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 .ᐟ.ᐟ