NO GON.

He had to hand it to her. She came prepared. He eyed the comb in her hand for a moment before looking at her face with a raised brow. The curious look quickly turned to one of slight confusion as well as embarrassment. 

“y-you don’t need to do that. I can comb through my hair once I get home, really.” he protests, his face heating up slightly. He was a nineteen year old boy getting his hair combed out by his friends mother figure and they were out in public no less.

"Better now than never." Her voice rang in a cheery tone, high pitched and giddy as though this was the highlight of her day. How can it not be? She met another one of Gon’s friends and that was an even more excuse for her to feel excited.

Small talk.

"Has anyone ever told you that with your hair, you can pass off as a gi—hu?"Mito forced herself to cough. “—an actor."

NAILED IT.

The woman needed a moment; she wasn't absolutely sure where Gon ran off to and she wasn't going to send Killua off on a wild goose chase to find him. Might as well keep his little friend entertained.

"Take a seat, I'm sure he will be here soon. In the meantime..." She left to bring back a tray of chocolate chip cookies. "... have a cookie."

"Hmmm... I don’t know—Can you?”

Kurapika winced at the tug of his rather messy hair and gave her a slightly off putting look. The look quickly melted away into an expression of mild recognition. “mito? Oh! Gon has told me a lot about you. You’re his guardian.” 

"Oh, you have?" Mito pulled out a small comb from her pocket; it was always something she kept at hand due to Gon's coarse hair being hard to manage. Knowing he never takes proper care of it, it becomes necessary to be prepared for such situations. Slowly, her fingers slipped through Kurapika's hair.

What a knotty mess..

She forced a grin of reassurance while tenderly beginning to comb through his blonde locks in an endearing manner.

Gon stomped angrily into his room and slammed the door.  What the hell?  It’s not like he was doing it on purpose.  He did hate math, but Gon tried his best to get the right answers so he wouldn’t have to do it anymore!!

Excuse me?

Within a few seconds, it dawned on Mito that Gon was having a little tantrum; she could feel vessel ready to burst. Yet, she was neither going to encourage such behavior from Gon nor fight him over it. Instead of provoking like any other guardian may do, she chose to ignore his rude behavior and let him get over it on his own. Maybe if Mito gave him his space, he'll be just fine.

"Go ahead and pout. You can come down once you start acting more respectful." A sigh puffed from her chest to refrain her from losing her stature.