[ He'd get what Killua was saying, but most of these people are six feet tall if he rounds off to the nearest inch and that simply isn't fair. After failed attempts at craning his neck, he decides to just fuck it and squeeze through the crowd. There may be scantily clad men and women in the way, but he makes it with little incident.
Like, a red mark on his cheek.
But it doesn't matter since he now has a better view from this distance, still safely away from the door. The group of men seem to be harmless, but when one of them reaches into his pocket, Yata holds his breath. Killua, are you seeing this? Not that Yata expects him to since he left him all alone like the great big brother he is...
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Like, a red mark on his cheek.
But it doesn't matter since he now has a better view from this distance, still safely away from the door. The group of men seem to be harmless, but when one of them reaches into his pocket, Yata holds his breath. Killua, are you seeing this? Not that Yata expects him to since he left him all alone like the great big brother he is...
Well, Killua should be fine. He has yo-yos. ]