[Gon’s volunteered to help with walks as well, though in a different area. and like Killua, Gon doesn’t get too far in the time lapsed in his volunteering—there’s a startling disruption in the peripheral wakes of his Bond with Killua, so visceral it’s almost violent, shocking Gon with its intensity and abruptness that he gets goose-bumps, breath catching in his throat. the woman he’s walking complains politely of the pain in Gon’s grip, and he’s yanked abruptly back to reality, letting her go to instead gently place a hand on her shoulder.]
Sorry, I—my Bonded...
[though she and her companion fret, Gon hurries them along. despite his every instinct and every base human feeling to frantically go investigate whatever the hell that was, it wouldn’t be right to abandon his current job when the lives of people far more helpless than Killua are at risk.
once safely escorted, of course, you bet that Gon immediately takes off running as fast as he can manage—and to his surprise, given his anatomy, it’s quicker than he’d anticipated, though a bit awkward. fauns are so top heavy.
it takes a bit for Gon to locate Killua; he can only sort of vaguely sense his nearness, and he tries to really focus on the subtle, pulling tell of it, despite his emotions becoming increasingly frenzied. he has to keep it together. it might be basically okay.
as Gon gets closer, the Bond feels stronger. he thinks he hears Killua's voice. ears swiveled up and at sharp attention, Gon hears another familiar voice, but can't make out the exact words, nor the voice's owner.
once Gon finally locates Killua, of course, he discovers that the situation is actually decidedly not okay. he’s stunned, but only for a second, momentarily confused—distressed, that Mettaton (missing an arm, sparking from his shoulder) is ...attacking Killua? before he processes the scene one second further, Gon's stance widens, fists balling as his abs flex from the force of his guttural yell, tail whipping in agitation.]
Killua!!
[Gon then, in another half a second, just a glance, sees that Killua is holding the robot's arm.
and Gon is tempted, in that thoughtless way he and Killua have talked about, the kind of thing Gon even swore vows on twice, absolutely overcome with fury and fret, to senselessly charge Mettaton. but he manages to hold his ground, though he does march quickly and purposefully forward, hands clenched into angry, strained fists.]
Mettaton! What the hell are you doing?! [Gon asks angrily to Mettaton, his voice growing louder the next time he speaks.] Stay away from him!!
[...i mean, sure, Killua’s the one who is literally holding Mettaton’s severed arm, and Gon has no context here, but he trusts that Killua (for the most part) wouldn’t just run around ripping off people’s arms for no reason.]
SORRY THIS TOOK 100 YEARS, i had to exorcise the bike demon
Sorry, I—my Bonded...
[though she and her companion fret, Gon hurries them along. despite his every instinct and every base human feeling to frantically go investigate whatever the hell that was, it wouldn’t be right to abandon his current job when the lives of people far more helpless than Killua are at risk.
once safely escorted, of course, you bet that Gon immediately takes off running as fast as he can manage—and to his surprise, given his anatomy, it’s quicker than he’d anticipated, though a bit awkward. fauns are so top heavy.
it takes a bit for Gon to locate Killua; he can only sort of vaguely sense his nearness, and he tries to really focus on the subtle, pulling tell of it, despite his emotions becoming increasingly frenzied. he has to keep it together. it might be basically okay.
as Gon gets closer, the Bond feels stronger. he thinks he hears Killua's voice. ears swiveled up and at sharp attention, Gon hears another familiar voice, but can't make out the exact words, nor the voice's owner.
once Gon finally locates Killua, of course, he discovers that the situation is actually decidedly not okay. he’s stunned, but only for a second, momentarily confused—distressed, that Mettaton (missing an arm, sparking from his shoulder) is ...attacking Killua? before he processes the scene one second further, Gon's stance widens, fists balling as his abs flex from the force of his guttural yell, tail whipping in agitation.]
Killua!!
[Gon then, in another half a second, just a glance, sees that Killua is holding the robot's arm.
and Gon is tempted, in that thoughtless way he and Killua have talked about, the kind of thing Gon even swore vows on twice, absolutely overcome with fury and fret, to senselessly charge Mettaton. but he manages to hold his ground, though he does march quickly and purposefully forward, hands clenched into angry, strained fists.]
Mettaton! What the hell are you doing?! [Gon asks angrily to Mettaton, his voice growing louder the next time he speaks.] Stay away from him!!
[...i mean, sure, Killua’s the one who is literally holding Mettaton’s severed arm, and Gon has no context here, but he trusts that Killua (for the most part) wouldn’t just run around ripping off people’s arms for no reason.]