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[with a little bit more arguing and scrapping, Killua and Gon have successfully submitted a few tasks. they decided afterwards that they should fish and forage. Gon doesn't have his pole, but showed Killua some alternative methods to catch fish. and Killua had the chance to show Gon his own, which is just straight up spearing the fish with his claws, which earns some gentle criticism from Gon since... you know, if you pop the guts, you can ruin the meat... but whatever, Killua just wanted to show off, anyway. it's good, wholesome fun.
the foraging is even fun. it takes Killua back, and he wonders if it was only fun because he got to do it with Gon. the whole time, if he looked outside their own little world for even two seconds, Killua was overwhelmed by his own happiness. true, the darkness lurked beneath, making him feel vaguely uneasy near constantly... but it's been greatly overshadowed over all.
he feels like he can't quite express how much he missed Gon. he knows Gon knows it, but Killua's never said as much, not even in their e-mails. he figures it goes without saying. but somehow, being abruptly reunited... especially without Alluka to keep him company, his soreness from not having Gon is so much more apparent.
now, fish wrapped in leaves, backpacks stuffed full of mushrooms, nuts and berries, Killua's sorting everything into his fridge. dirt is smeared on his cheek and shoulders, clothing stained with grass.
as Killua closes the fridge, he glances at Gon. Gon wanted to come to Killua's, which makes sense; his space is a little more lived in.]
We should move in together, out of this place.
[this place referring to where all the new transplants are crammed. part of Killua finds himself a little pathetic, how unable he is to keep himself from just wanting Gon around him all the time. especially since he feels it may not even actually be good for them... but he's just too weak to suggest anything else.]
the foraging is even fun. it takes Killua back, and he wonders if it was only fun because he got to do it with Gon. the whole time, if he looked outside their own little world for even two seconds, Killua was overwhelmed by his own happiness. true, the darkness lurked beneath, making him feel vaguely uneasy near constantly... but it's been greatly overshadowed over all.
he feels like he can't quite express how much he missed Gon. he knows Gon knows it, but Killua's never said as much, not even in their e-mails. he figures it goes without saying. but somehow, being abruptly reunited... especially without Alluka to keep him company, his soreness from not having Gon is so much more apparent.
now, fish wrapped in leaves, backpacks stuffed full of mushrooms, nuts and berries, Killua's sorting everything into his fridge. dirt is smeared on his cheek and shoulders, clothing stained with grass.
as Killua closes the fridge, he glances at Gon. Gon wanted to come to Killua's, which makes sense; his space is a little more lived in.]
We should move in together, out of this place.
[this place referring to where all the new transplants are crammed. part of Killua finds himself a little pathetic, how unable he is to keep himself from just wanting Gon around him all the time. especially since he feels it may not even actually be good for them... but he's just too weak to suggest anything else.]
