*killua stores his board safely underfoot as he take’s gon’s hand in his, pausing to marvel at the novelty of feeling his own intimately familiar slender fingers curling in his palm. in gon’s hands, they feel so delicate.*

i’ll show you a trick my brother used to use back when he was teaching me.

*he takes one of gon’s bony fingers and runs his thumb up its length until it meets the nail, squeezing gently to stimulate the muscles that will eject his claw.*