*one of killua's signature mischievous grins crosses gon's face and he sighs dreamily, almost wistful for that long-passed moment of rebellion.*

i didn't leave the dungeon for days.

*he's shocked back to attention when the scent of blood cuts into his nostrils before even the sight.*

hey!

*he grabs and squeezes gon's hand tight to try and stop the flow of blood, but a couple of drops still spill out onto the floor between them.*

be careful, that's my body you're messing up...

*gon's freaky dog nose continues to sniff at the blood against killua's will, triggering some weird feral instinct that must be embedded somewhere in the meat of his brain. slowly he uncovers the bleeding hand and ducks in to lap up the escaping blood before pulling back with a tongue-out face of disgust.*

ugh!