LIKE A MIGHTY gust of wind, he sends a swift kick his way with a substantial amount of force. After encouraging him not to hold back, it’d be an insult not to put effort into fighting. Besides, he can’t pull his punches here. Not when he’s this excited. This guy’s got some incredible power. I can feel it!

He did it. Gon had captured the fish so large in its size and worked with will and strength enough to achieve, yet another, remarkable accomplishment. Still, Kurapika stands, astonished by the unyielding passion that the boy pours into all of his works and goals. 

    ‶ You did it! ‶

    He quickly jumped onto a pair of rocks nearby, to be able to hold the fishing rod’s string as high as he could to lift the whole fish off the ground. He looked at every detail in order to confirm something, as from the moment it picked up the bait to where he pulled it out of the water, he felt something familiar. While the size was clearly different, many characteristics he could easily spot on the fish (like patterns on its skin or fins) made clear his doubts.  

                                    the presence of a stranger doesn’t go undetected for long , if at all. masks lining each wall , counter , and floor space acting as a silent audience for those who dare to venture further into the shop`s awaiting jaws. though the atmosphere isn’t unwelcoming , a looming dread hangs in wait just as its owner does; a spider in the eves. uta`s steps are wraith-like and practiced as he reaches closer and stands just behind where the other resides , extending his hand to tap the smaller individual`s shoulder. his voice surprisingly soft , courteous.

        He received new things with an open mind, subjecting them to his own special type of judgement. And while a warning or two would’ve come from his friends, he had never seen so much aura latched onto objects like this before. He was amazed! He remembered being taught some could use and master Nen unconsciously, which was already amazing by itself,and those were usually exceptional artisans. ---  “ Ah! ” The touch brought him back to reality and he turned around to face the stranger. 

            “ Wait wait wait !! ”

Hesitation marks a place dominant upon current state and boy almost immediately finds himself backing into a place of exaggerated fear. With a fresh disgust and an unlikely opposition to ideas involving thin wriggling creatures, he opts to spare an ever-so casual sort of suggestion (or command, for that matter).

          “ But I’m trying to teach you how to fish! If you can’t do this then how are you going to do it!? ” 

A tremble crawls from the base of his back as he bears witness to friend willingly shoving his own hand into a bundle of slimy, wiggling creatures, ready to sacrifice them to the fish of future (presumed) meal. Disgust is most prominent of emotions and he finds no settlement in his constant feeling of itching discomfort moving beneath his now paranoid flesh.

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