[ Killua tolerates having his hands grabbed, even if he grunts moodily about it. He scoffs again, rolling his eyes, and turns to tell Gon that he's a cow familiar and maybe also that black point hats are dumb--
Except he doesn't get more than a syllable out before Gon shocks him by leaning well into his personal space and closing the distance between them. Killua stops walking so fast, one can practically hear the cartoonish screeching to a stop inside his mind at the same time. ]
G-Gon!
[ he yelps, hands gripping hard and suddenly yanking Gon off to the side to press them both against the wall of a nearby building. ]
W-we're in the middle of the street! [ At least, they were. This time, he hisses this out much quieter, though no less intensely. His heart is hammering and his ears feel like they're going to burn off. He can still feel the warmth of Gon's lips, resisting the urge to run his own tongue over the lingering feeling. ]
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Except he doesn't get more than a syllable out before Gon shocks him by leaning well into his personal space and closing the distance between them. Killua stops walking so fast, one can practically hear the cartoonish screeching to a stop inside his mind at the same time. ]
G-Gon!
[ he yelps, hands gripping hard and suddenly yanking Gon off to the side to press them both against the wall of a nearby building. ]
W-we're in the middle of the street! [ At least, they were. This time, he hisses this out much quieter, though no less intensely. His heart is hammering and his ears feel like they're going to burn off. He can still feel the warmth of Gon's lips, resisting the urge to run his own tongue over the lingering feeling. ]