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“… “ That accent was so appalling, Ging had almost effectively silenced Cheadle. Almost.

“HMPH! As if you have any right to be so pretentious when you are dine and dashing without greeting anyone!” She makes a snatch at one of his pockets. “And lazily, might I add; I followed your devious trail of LITERAL crumbs all of the way here! What is this–”

!!!!???

SHE GASPS upon finding her precious stuffed mushrooms unceremoniously squished in such cramped space. “You are the worst, Ging! That’s it! Empty your pockets this instant! I’d much rather see these in the trash than in your mouth!!!”

      “ WOAH.  ”

ϟ . “Best friend.” He corrects.

“Wonder if the same could be said about you, though, huh? Did you hear the volume on that applause?” With his palms cupped over his mouth, Killua obnoxiously imitates the cheer. “Guess politics aren’t as boring as I thought.”

          Gon   nearly   choked   on   his   food   when   Ging caught onto his child’s vague answer. A shocked mixed with confused expression was clear, and he had to wipe the spit off his chin. Even putting down his food, uh oh looks like Ging was acting fatherly. This could either be a good thing or bad thing, for this was just a whole new sight. How does one even have these conversations, and how do they go down ?? ‘‘ I uhh, it’s nothing really Ging !! Let me just dig back in. ’’ His gaze did not meet Ging’s, actively avoiding it. Time to just go back and dig in while the obvious sign of Gon lying hung in the air.

      " Hmmm... " Ging's jaw steadily rotated in a circular motion as he began to over chew the remnants of food remaining in his trap. With a hint of tension coming from his son's response, he decided to not let it go. " ...okay. You're not getting dessert until you tell me. " Curiosity may have killed the cat, but what was his son withholding from him? Gon's awful attempts to downplay whatever was bothering him obviously peeked Ging's interests. Beginning to play with his own meal, he continuously glared at Gon. “ It would be a shame if I ate your share, kiddo. ”

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“Where do you think you are going??? You cannot just show up at the party and take all of the horderves for yourself → boar!” She’s whisper screaming so as not to alarm the others of this VILLAINY. 

“I made those for everyone!!!” 

      Rapidly, he tried to stuff as many horderves into his pockets and mouth as humanely possible, “ first of all, it’s hors d’oeuvres, not horderves. ” While Ging was pronouncing ‘hors d’oeuvres’, he did a loud and terrible french accent. “ Second, I’m only taking the leftovers a little early. ”       He has no shame.

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It had been quite a rough day. Rose spent all morning cleaning up the terrariums and just when she wanted to open up the museum, a police officer came by to interview her regarding all the missing pets in the neighborhood. It was quite troublesome since she couldn’t let anyone enter the museum as long as the policeman was there. Luckily he didn’t get to find any evidence in the house and since Rose had not much to say about the case, he had to leave.

Annoyed by the fact that she had to open up to museum much later than she wanted, she made her way to the front door, only to find someone standing there, observing the signpostings in front of her house. Had he been waiting here? She was just hoping it was not too late. No way she would like to see a potential customer leave just like that.

“Oh hello there!” she greeted the stranger, adjusting the brooch she had been wearing. “Welcome! The museum is actually open now. There were just some…problems to take care of.” she explained, glaring at the police car, which she could still see standing on the other side of the road. Seemed like the police officer decided to take a break in the car. The redhead wasn’t pleased by this at all. It didn’t really look good having a police car practically standing in front of her museum. She had a reputation to keep up after all.

      A reptile museum?? This was new, at least, to Ging after all; he was taken aback by the general feel stemming from the environment. Something was definitely a little off from his initial impression, but it was most likely a lure to get people to actively visit here. Going here will offtrack his agenda for the rest of the day, but how important was his agenda when he could go to a reptile museum? His sight shifted from the sign to the house, then quickly back to the signage. While observing the text to see if there was an admissions fee, he overheard individuals, the police, exiting the place of reptile exhibition.

      Then pop. A woman appeared, greeting him ever so politely in regards to the museum. Certainly, that was a factor the male did not take in- if the place was open or not. Briefly assessing the conditions, his curiosity got the better of him; the older male wanted to know why the police were exiting a charming reptile museum. Also, he did adore reptiles.

      Hesitantly forming eye contact, his brows quickly furrowed, " yo... ehh. No worries. I was just passing by and I’m interested to see what kind of reptiles you have. Is there a general admissions fee? " He could care less how much it was, but he was an honest man nonetheless. Everything with reason had a price. The musk? Where did that smell come from? Oh- probably from him. Rather cold with his interactions, a forced smile draped his face towards the redhead, “ it’s rare, at least, for me to see anyone display appreciation for reptiles nowadays. ” 

    There  it  is .  Just  as  breathtaking  as  the  tomes  depicted .

    Though  the  man  it  was  attached  to  was  long  since  dead ,  mummified  and listless  in  his  meditative  stance  at  the  ancient  temple’s  center ,  his  platinum - hued ,  rabbit’s  paw - shaped  hand  shined  like  the  jewel  that  it  was .  If  the  old  texts  spoke  the  truth ,  that  paw  attracted  miracles  like  moths  to  a  flame .

    While  that  was  certainly  an  attractive  feature  in  her  eyes ,  its  aesthetic  value  is  what  truly  drew  her  in ,  what  truly  brought  her  all  the  way  to  another  continent  and  scour  a  barren  desert  for .  It  would  look  so  cute next  to  her  Kiriko  skull …

    Just  as  she  snaps  the  paw  off  of  its  former  master’s  brittle  flesh  like  a  twig  from  a  branch ,  her  bestial  ears  catch  the  sound  of  just  the  slightest  movement  of  a  pebble  behind  her  back .

    Ever  slowly ,  ever  dramatically ,  she  peers  over  her  shoulder ,  meeting  the  gaze  of  an  unmistakably  breathing  man .  His  smell ,  it  was  familiar .  Ah ,  it  must  be  his  scent  that  was  faintly  clinging  to  those  ancient  walls .  How  scandalous  ;  was  she trespassing ?  Again ?  A  mischievous  grin  spreads  from  ear - to - ear .  Her  grip  on  the  blessed  treasure  tightens .

    ❝  I  don’t  suppose  you’d  let  lil  ol’  me  take  this  home ,  would  you … ?  ❞

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      Strictly speaking, he could care less about the value of the jewel or the gluttonous use of the unworldly powers attached to it. The intelligence and preservation of the temple, in itself, demands to remain in pristine condition. Nurturing and protecting these secrets are his main priorities; nothing must be moved or stolen. Everything has a place and there was a place for everything. Besides the point, there is a reason a treasure like this should not be unearthed.       “ Lil’ ol’ you has a lot of nerve to deface a priceless resting place. ”       The respecting history and secrets laying in this specific room must be preserved by any means necessary. He calmly approached the degenerate; it was a Chimera Ant before him. Undoubtedly, he wasn’t surprised. For any living thing to get this far without the proper means, it had to be inhumanly powerful.      “ I’m gonna give you to the count of five to put it back and I can provide you with something definitely worth your while. ” It was arguable, his most sympathetic approach, fully aware of the possibility that she may not take it, “ ... otherwise, you’re not leaving here dead or alive. The choice is yours. ”