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Past the door is a bland, white room with a reddish brown leather couch, a glass coffee table, and a rug. Parked in the corner next to the couch is a convenient windowed cooler similar to the one in his own room stocked with various wines. On top of it are rows of clean glasses sitting upside down and a corkscrew. The two doors are ajar, revealing what's inside of them. Nobody's in there, thankfully.
[Holding Pitou's hand, Gon brings her to the room where he and Killua were once intimate. He brings her inside and at once their clothes are plastered to the walls. Who knows how they even leave their bodies without getting ripped?! Nen was amazing!]
That's sure new.. [He says, pointing to the wines. The curious, rebellious alcohol fiend part of him wants to try them just a little bit. He enjoys not being on Mito's leash, as guilty as it makes him feel. This ship helped him satisfy his wildest dreams..he only hoped he'd get to see Mito again, though.
He looks up at Pitou and redirects his gaze to the cooler as if to quietly ask his Mommy if it's okay to take some.]
[Holding Pitou's hand, Gon brings her to the room where he and Killua were once intimate. He brings her inside and at once their clothes are plastered to the walls. Who knows how they even leave their bodies without getting ripped?! Nen was amazing!]
That's sure new.. [He says, pointing to the wines. The curious, rebellious alcohol fiend part of him wants to try them just a little bit. He enjoys not being on Mito's leash, as guilty as it makes him feel. This ship helped him satisfy his wildest dreams..he only hoped he'd get to see Mito again, though.
He looks up at Pitou and redirects his gaze to the cooler as if to quietly ask his Mommy if it's okay to take some.]
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Date: 2023-01-28 12:50 am (UTC)He notices the subtle dig but ignores it, more focused on burying his face in her chest than to bother addressing it.]
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Date: 2023-01-28 12:59 am (UTC)Pitou purrs softly, running a hand in his hair. His body heat warm with her, easily lulling her to sleep.
Her heart beating in rhythm with his. Even in slumber she feels she is connected to him.