Old Habits

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<p>(Name) threw the last article of clothing into the washing machine before starting it. It was around 7:30 am, and the boys were in the kitchen eating breakfast as she did some last minute cleaning.</p><div>

<p>"Killua, will you put this load of laundry on when it's done? Kurapika and I are going into town to run some errands."</p></div><div>

<p>Killua nodded, his mouth full of some sugary cereal he'd picked out.</p></div><div>

<p>"Thank you. I'll be sure to pick you up some more chocolate robots."</p></div><div>

<p>His eyes widened and he nodded frantically, seemingly excited.</p></div><div>

<p>"I should get ready. We leave in 30 minutes!"</p></div><div>

<p>She turned on her heels and ran upstairs, tripping halfway up before running up the rest.</p></div><div>

<p>Killua snickered. "She always trips on the 6th step. I think it's slightly taller than the others."</p></div><div>

<p>Kurapika hummed in response. He wasn't paying much attention, focused on his breakfast. Today it was a fluffy omelet with a side of mixed fruit. </p></div><div>

<p>Now that he wasn't shoving the food into his mouth so fast he could choke, he had to admit it was pretty good.</p></div><div>

<p>Once he was finished, he left to get dressed. (Name) had laid out his tabard and his old shirt. The torn sleeve of his shirt had been messily sown up, but it would do until he could get another one today.</p></div><div>

<p>As he pulled the shirt over his head, he noticed how good his clothing smelled. Usually he would just wash it with scentless detergent, but now it smelt floral. </p></div><div>

<p>'Mmm... I wonder what detergent she used.'</p></div><div>

<p>He pulled the tabard on and looked at himself in the mirror.</p></div><div>

<p>For the most part he looked... okay. His hair had grown out to graze his shoulders, in need of a trim. Kurapika rubbed a strand of his hair between his fingers.</p></div><div>

<p>The day before his hair had been dry, yet oily at the same time, but now it was soft and smooth. Her shampoo worked miracles for him, but it didn't fix his hair entirely. There were still split ends, but overall he felt a lot... better. Slightly more put together than he had been in a while.</p></div><div>

<p>After quickly combing his hair, Kurapika left his room.</p></div><div>

<p>(Name) was waiting by the front door, and he had to admit, she looked awfully cute.</p></div><div>

<p>Today she wore a floral tank top and jean shorts. On her back was a hello kitty themed backpack, several keychains hanging from it.</p></div><div>

<p>He recognized one of the keychains, his chest tightening slightly.</p></div><div>

<p>"You ready?"</p></div><div>

<p>He gave a curt nod, (Name) opening the door. "Alright, let's go!"</p></div><div>

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