#ncmaii

send leorio a kiss~ // accepting // @ncmaii

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Leorio is hunched over his desk, eyebrows furrowed so fiercely his head has begun to hurt, when Gon appears before him, illuminated by lamplight, and darts in, planting a loud, firm kiss against Leorio’s forehead.

Stunned, Leorio doesn’t jerk back, but he does straighten, eyes wide. When his vision focuses, he realizes that Gon is grinning, hands clasped behind his back, as he watches Leorio.

“What... was that for?” Leorio manages to say. He glances toward the clock on his desk and blanches when he realizes several hours have passed since he last checked. It’s no wonder reading had become so difficult.

At the same time, Leorio realizes that his headache has begun to fade, and as he gently probes his temples, he meets Gon’s gaze again. And Leorio wonders, briefly, if Gon had tried to distract him for this reason, or if it were just a fortunate coincidence.

whumpy starters // accepting // @ncmaii

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Leorio blinks, then blinks again. The early morning conversation had escalated far more quickly than he anticipated, and with a sluggish brain, exacerbated by feverish temperatures, Leorio struggles to keep up. But once he registers Gon’s words, he understands how foolish he was to ask Gon why it was so important that Leorio go back to sleep.

He lowers himself back down onto his bed, the mattress sagging under his full weight, and spreads his hands atop the blankets on either side. Swallowing, he meets Gon’s eyes--bright and stubborn, framed by slanted brows and pursed lips.

“It’s just a cold,” Leorio insists, repeating himself, knowing that the words sound hollow. “I’ve gone in with worse. I have a job to do, you know.”

But his voice has lost its moxie, falling flat and failing to coax even a small shift in Gon’s expression. Leorio plants a palm against his forehead where Gon had (rather violently, somewhat crookedly) applied a cooling patch.

@ncmaii​ said: “i’m not angry, it happens, but you just can’t do it again.” (Hiroki :D)

A modicum of shock was spread across the terrorist’s face, thin brows lifted and scrunched into a perfect portrait of one confused, perhaps even scandalized, woman ------ had her hands not been coated with her own saccharine, squirming blood, Minami may have even pressed a hand to her lips in a parody of a refined socialite’s gasp (and god knows she’d been subject to enough of them for a proper mimicry).

“Oh, fuck off,” she snarled, locution warbled with the beginnings of a laugh caged in her throat, “I only need to smell you once to know you’re some Kumo fucker. None of you bastards are ever amusing.”

Leviathan pressed bloodied fingers against the curve of her waist, smugness soaked into every inch of her being as she lifted a foot from the now ruined ------- seductive ------ chest cavity of some Konohan the patron of luck overlooked, clumps of mushed flesh falling from their sole groove graveyard as it came to rest on their skull. Minami hummed, wiping a heel on the corpse’s hair as she mused her situation.

The Seven Swordsmen’s mist didn’t quite reach this place; what a gift, right? She and Hiroki both would be blessed with a clear view of the other ------ and men like him didn’t deserve the respite of ignorance for what came for them.

“Let’s see if you can manage to be so funny after I gut you a little, Clown-san.”

nonverbal memes / Accepting

*THROWS MYSELF AT U* LETS BE OC BUDDIES!!! i'll punch anyone thats an ass i promise oUo i need more occssss