[Ritsu's brought gloves with him, and he digs them out of his bag before he starts rummaging around. He starts shuffling through rusty old cabinets and desks, curious what he'll find...
Junk... trash.... rotted garbage.... pens? Papers that are falling apart...]
[Killua lets go of the knife and takes hold of it with his psychic powers. He can get more force behind it when he jams it in that way, just breaking the lock with the impact instead of actually picking it.]
[Yes. Ritsu's hand is still firmly holding the thing shut, but while he could probably wrestle with Killua normally, he can't prevent its opening via psychic powers.]
[Ritsu jolts, whirling around and swatting at it instinctively. He can't keep the box closed with just one hand, but at least there's no one snuck up on them--]
[Killua slips the box away in that moment, letting the debris clatter thoughtlessly to the floor. He pries open the lid, and stares on with wide-eyes as a blush rises to his cheeks.
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Junk... trash.... rotted garbage.... pens? Papers that are falling apart...]
No luck yet.
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[Killua grins from ear to ear as he scoots back and pulls out a chest from beneath the bed. It's locked tight, with a keyhole right at the front.]
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[He kind of wishes he'd actually gotten that book and learned, a couple years ago... he just didn't want to worry his family.]
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Stupid. Why would I need to pick the lock?
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No way. What about you? Can you do it?
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[But. Shut up. Now he has to try.]
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[Killua shakes his head and tugs the chest closer. He digs into his pocket for a moment before pulling out a knife.]
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It was the library.
[But... if Killua can do that it's kinda cool........]
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Tadaaah.
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...What's he kidding, that was still cool. And opening a locked box is neat.
Except that when he tilts the lid open and glances inside, he immediately slams it shut, turning bright red.]
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[Killua hadn't gotten as much of a look, so when Ritsu just slams the thing shut he shoots him a dirty look.
Then he notices the blush.]
Hm? What, is it something dirty?
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[Yes. Ritsu's hand is still firmly holding the thing shut, but while he could probably wrestle with Killua normally, he can't prevent its opening via psychic powers.]
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Come on, let's see. We didn't open it for nothing! You're not scared, are you?
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[N...naked tiddy...]
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[Killua tries to push Ritsu's hand away, though not really hard.]
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Fine then. Killua picks up a piece of rubble with his telekinesis and taps Ritsu's far shoulder with it.]
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He slams the lid shut.]
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I told you!!
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I'm not ready to be a man yet... [He mutters as he pushes the chest back under the bed.]
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Ritsu is just going to hide his face in his hands and try not to exist in this corner]
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