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"Yosh! Let’s go for it!" Gon yelled as he threw his hands into the air, his eyes admiring the bright lights of the fair. Thrill! Excitement! Love! It’s the fair! The fair! And Killua had promised to go with him. The fair!

His attention quickly turns to the mentioned albino, making his excitement obvious. “Ne, Killua. What do you feel like riding first?”

The fair! When Gon introduced the idea to him, Killua jumped at the opportunity to ride a rollercoaster. The boy had never been to a proper amusement park before. He'd always wanted to, but time restraints with the family meant that he rarely left the house. The fair. How exciting!

Not to mention, he'd be able to play with Gon all day. "O-i. Is that even a question?" At his best friend's question, Killua waves his hand dramatically to point at the rollercoaster just a few yards away -- which, coincidentally, was just plunging a group of people to their doom. Their faroff screams provide atmosphere as Killua smirks.

"That one, of course."

Inbox any of these!

Gorgon: Tell us about your muse’s most ugliest quality (personality-wise). If possible, also tell us what they would be the most vain about.

Mermaid: Tell us about your muse’s first love. Was their heart broken? Was it reciprocated? How did they fall in love?

Huldra: Some creatures have a side of them they have to hide due to serious consequences; does your muse have a trait or an issue they would rather keep disclosed?

Unicorn: How does your muse feel about things such as sex and virginity?

Phoenix: How does your muse recover from a bad situation? Are they back onto their feet quickly or does it take a while? What helps to comfort them, and what only makes things worse?

Encantado: They say too much power can induce evil: if your muse could control the minds of others, would they use it? If so, for what deeds — evil or good?

Hydra: How has your muse been raised? Tell us a childhood memory that still vividly stays with them.

Nixie: Does your muse have any muse for an instrument? How open are they to playing it for others and if they aren’t particularly gifted in creating music, then are they drawn to it?

Cerberus: There are three faces to a Cerberus — does this apply to your muse? Have they ever had to put up a facade for others?

Faeries: Does your muse have anything that they absolutely cannot stand? Tell us how they came to dislike it so much!

Selkies: Has your muse ever felt caught between the person they love and their home? If so, have they ever taken desperate measures to keep the person they love with them?

My Little Pony: Free question!

He is not sure if he should be happy that his best friend knows so much about him or upset because he isn’t taken seriously. Neither, actually. They are just fooling around and this was one of Killua’s attempts to be funny.

A laugh escapes Gon’s lips. “Really? My name is Killua Zoldyck, I’m… about the same height,” — how does Killua know his height? Not even Gon knew what it was — “born on the 7th of July and best friends with Gon.”

He can't tell Gon that he's totally on the mark. Even the last bit. Whatever. Killua shakes his head dismissively. "That's only the basic information," he says with a sigh. "And not even that. What is about the same height, really? We've been travelling together for so long and you still don't know my height?"

To be fair, Killua only knows Gon's physical specifics because he's extraordinarily observant. "At least I got your hobbies correct. I bet you don't know my favorite color."

Pleased with that response, Gon jumps around again and shoves the microphone at Killua. It is a good thing his best friend is on board. What kind of shenanigans can he possibly do on his own?

Incredible. Is he really being interviewed by his best friend? Killua stares at the microphone before clearing his throat lightly.

"Oh, you were here? I didn’t notice" Gon replies, holding up the microphone to Killua. Might as well explain what he is doing.

And there he was! Walking across town in his fancy bright green outfit, legs still beautifully exposed because of his shorts as he carried a microphone in his hand. Guu! Guu! Guu! It was Gon! Still fantastic like usual.

Here to explore the inner part of Toshi City and to find more about its citizens. He became journalist Gon!

Oh, boy. What is Gon up to this time? Even from a distance, his friend's flamboyantly green jacket is amazingly easy to spot. From the dorky way he is strutting around with a microphone in his hand, Killua can tell Gon is up to something again -- like pretending to be a reporter.

He sneaks up on the boy with quiet tip toes. Leaning forward so that his mouth nears the shell of Gon's ear, Killua hovers there for a second, quite sure that Gon won't notice until he speaks.

Stay the Night ☾ Killua staying over at Gon’s

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It wasn’t something unusual or strange. Gon and Killua had slept often together. Whether it was in the same room or even bed, it didn’t matter. They were best friends and travelled a lot together, they could deal with it. None of it had to be tense and awkward.

And yet it was.

What Does the Fox Say? ☁ Killua playing with Gon’s legs

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"You really have bendy legs."

It came out as a rather blunt and obvious statement. Gon glanced at Killua, who voiced it, not much phased by it. What he said was the truth after all. Many people had said that about his body.

"Huh? I guess." Gon’s replies were always a classic. He didn’t pay Killua’s comment much mind as he lay on the sofa, his own head propped on the armrest and his legs resting on the other’s lap. The raven haired was busy studying one of the shounen manga magazines he borrowed.

Meanwhile the little nerd was attempting to text some old friends from high school, but unsuccessful.

She sighs a bit, feeling a bit annoyed that she couldn’t reach them by text. She closes her phone and pockets. Then Konata stares off at the kid who’s doing yo-yo tricks.

He's a bit arrogant. Can't blame him though; the kid's a genius.

When he notices the stare of a girl looking at her cellphone, he twirls the yo-yo up, doing a complicated series of tricks with his fingers, wrapping the string around like it was nothing short of a ribbon -- and he glances up to meet the girl's eyes.

Killua's quick to spot any patterns in the people around him. As he lounges around on a park bench, he notices that a girl has been walking around for a quite a while, her path winding around the park and into the city. After he sees her emerge into the park for a third time, he gets up.

Machi was sitting on the bench in a park, reading a book when saw a little young boy with silver hair walking nearby. She noticed that he didn’t feel good, he had face so pale that it seemed dead body so she raised and got close to him, touching his shoulder.

He gives her a stare.

"I'm totally fine."

At the recognition of an audience, he begins to elaborate the yo-yo, letting the plastic sphere rotate at the end of his string as he pinches it between his fingers. The look of amazement on the other's face was no big deal; Killua's used to it. He is pretty great, anyway.

A short laugh and a sly smile as he glances up at the other. 

Coffee spills onto his hand and a bit on his cuffs, and he cringes because it was really hot. He was aware that there would’ve been a lot more smarter ways to deal with this, but he acted on the spur of the moment.

"Age has nothing to do with anything," he says, sounding severely chagrined. A bit of coffee had spilled onto his sleeve, and he picks at it, staring up at the other with an expression that was both defiant and mildly distressed. Being treated like a child had never sat well with him. At home, he was rarely demeaned for his age -- and likewise, Killua didn't encounter many people that didn't respect him, despite his youth.

He shakes his silver hair, trying to hide a wounded ego. "You don't know anything about me. How could you possibly decide what's good for me or not?" Shoving his coffee-stained hands into his pockets, he huffs and spits at the ground.