[ Embarrassed by how he actually felt comforted by those words, Yata narrows his eyes at Killua. ]
I can watch myself, jackass.
[ Yata, don't call kids jackasses... But whatever. Onwards! Wherever the men are leading them, it isn't that far from the club. They stop at the mouth of a dark, narrow alley; light is scarce and occasionally provided by a pink glow from a door on the right halfway down, opening and closing to let visitors in and vaudeville music out. ]
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I can watch myself, jackass.
[ Yata, don't call kids jackasses... But whatever. Onwards! Wherever the men are leading them, it isn't that far from the club. They stop at the mouth of a dark, narrow alley; light is scarce and occasionally provided by a pink glow from a door on the right halfway down, opening and closing to let visitors in and vaudeville music out. ]