Kurapika stared hard at the woman touching his hair, his discomfort showing clear on his face.Ā āum do I know you? why are you touching my hair?ā
Mito jerked her head to side to get a better look of the blonde with a small, joyous smile flourishing across her face, firming the skin around her bold cheekbones and gradually highlighting her modest chin. Her fingers glided through the young fella's blonde locks, slithering around a couple of knots embedded into his tress.
"I'm Mito-- Gon's cous..m-mother. You must be Le-"
Leorio is the blonde one, right? No, no, no, no, no.
Ā Kurapika is the blonde.
Yeah. Wait? Yes.
"Kurapika?... Have you ever heard of a comb, honey?"
Mama MitoĀ to the rescue.










