[He never thought he'd hear the word uttered in his own voice that way. He mainly used it to refer to himself, not other people. But he supposes it was earned. It wasn't very often he got the chance to torment his precious partner the way he tormented him at times. Gon follows his hot-tempered friend around, noting that his steps were much faster due to his combined height and reflexes. He supposed something like the rhythm echo would be easy with such an agile and well-trained body. Walking in his own body feels like wading through an invisible mud in comparison.]

What about the way out? Don't you wanna try and figure it out together?

[He looks at his hand, trying to tense it up to unsheathe the kitty claws as he stays behind Killua, following him like a lost stray. It doesn't immediately work, however.]

Hey, how do you do that thing? That...thing that makes your nails sharp.