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companion boarding school AU for alex
[When Gon had first been taken to the Zoldyck Boarding Academy, Gon was, least to say, not pleased. in fact, he was literally dragged in kicking and screaming.
Gon knew about Companions, of course. everyone did. it was a respectable, lofty position, and close to no one was truly qualified for the job—one of the wealthiest positions one could get in the world. It required more than beauty and skill in sex (though both could not be done without)—it required culture. A full and well-rounded education; from academia; to the arts; the world itself; politics; psychology... The last of which the most important. It required you to be able to read people very well, to know of their wants without the client not having to name them unless they fancied doing so... and most importantly, to stay safe. That was why self defense and martial training was required as well—to keep the body healthy, and to keep the student, and later, Companion, safe. And there was a coveted grace to fighting well, just as there was to dancing. All required teachings.
And for the most part, people weren't verklempt of the opportunity to attend a school as lofty as this one. Of an already immeasurably elite career class, this school was the best of the best. Elite among elite. Unfathomable riches to attend.
Most of all, unfortunately, to be a five star Companion—one had to start young. And because of that, it was rare that anyone attended the Zoldyck school older than the age of 13; they didn't keep anyone past the age of 21 (or very rarely), and they also didn't believe in putting time into what they would perceive to be failures. It was constant education, starting with basic sexual and psychological education for the youngest, into more advanced sexual and psychological theory. The beginning practice age for the physical application of these years of studying was 15.
Which was the age that Gon is when he was gracelessly thrust into all this.
Having been searching for his father, traveling with a wealthy natural scientist named Kite in part to pursue his passion but also in pursuit of finding his father (to whom Kite had a distant connection), Gon was abruptly and forcibly taken from his charge. Because of their boundless wealth and power, the Zoldyck's assumed legal custody of Gon through their business estate, and even Kite hadn't the funds—much less the power— to stop it. Much less did Gon's adoptive mother, when she soon after got the news from Kite.
Apparently, that father Gon had been in pursuit of, Ging Freecss, had landed Gon, who was so out of place, into this situation. He'd maneuvered some fast-thinking on the Zoldyck's, which was 1) impossible and 2) impossible to take kindly. But Ging was elusive even to their powers that were, so this was the best compromise. A hostage situation, Gon at first surmised, thinking the Zoldyck's would be in for a sorry surprise when they found Ging would be too indifferent to pay of the ransom if the news even found him...
But five steps ahead of Gon, it seemed the Zoldyck's had already thought of that. Instead, they were content to simply keep Gon. And to train him from the ground up, with extra attention (read: force) to get him up to snuff, years behind as he was. And when he was a fledged Companion, he would work to pay his debt... and unless he could gain the cryptid illusory slipperiness of his father without working another 15 years to get it, Gon would likely not be able to escape them.
But that didn't mean he didn't try, one or nine times. And he'd been apprehended every time, to the point where Gon got a bit of a buzz of a reputation. First of all, it was strange that he was brought here at practicing age, without base education through his pre-adolescence—not completely unheard of, but rare enough to basically be a tall tale on its own, but second of all, Gon was wild. From biting his instructors to trying to climb out windows, he quickly gained the reputation of being an animal. Feral Freecss, a proper progeny to his father's reputation among those who even knew of him.
After a couple of weeks, Gon seemed to resign himself (unhappily) to his strange fate. It wasn't that he had any disrespect for the job, or aversion to sex itself—but he never thought any of those things would occur on terms that weren't his own, nor was it even a thing he really had interest in. And there he was, being cram-coursed on how to expertly execute sex acts, flushing and scowling with mortification every time and sinking petulantly in his seat.
Worse, there was the mandatory...well. It had to start somewhere, didn't it? Students usually had a few months of break-in eventually tied with practice, with a practiced Companion. The Companion wasn't usually someone who worked for the school, but alumni, typically. Gon had been enlisted a Comfort Companion given his ornery nature, and he hated how effective of a choice that'd been. He was assigned a woman too sweet to berate or to take his anger and discomfort out on—and students were given generous time with their firsts. Gon had an entire evening and morning, from sunset to sunrise.
Most of their time together had been the woman laying beside him as Gon crossed his arms and crossly scowled at the lavish drapery that decorated the canopy of the bed, all done in sagging, expensive and imported throws and shawls. The woman, on her belly, had talked to him quite candidly about the business, her own experiences... and Gon hated that he knew it was her job, but that she was successfully plying him, putting him at ease. He eventually opened up, asking her questions about her specialty class, and found he didn't totally disagree with it. He didn't disagree with the job at all, but complained at length about the Zoldycks. She explained he'd be set for life, and Gon shot back tiredly he already was.
He was happy, or so he thought. He was pretty sure he was.
Eventually, she got through to him enough to sort of cuddle, which his body responded to naturally—given his climate, Gon hadn't been all too pressed or enthusiastic about relieving his morning needs, so her bare body had quickly awoken its neediness. Her touches were as gentle as her voice, but shockingly efficient—it wasn't long before she'd brought him along to orgasm with a careful, skillful hand, and by then, Gon was ready. They did a lot of different things, took breaks to chat, hydrate and snack on annoyingly pretentious hors devours... and by the end of it, when she jokingly asked him if it was so bad, Gon had simply blinked and told her "no," as if much to his own surprise.
He then realized all he really needed was someone to spend some time with. Some human contact, some understanding. This entire school was full of incredibly rich, incredibly callous people who'd been probably primed for this for far longer than their enrollment... and this was the first time someone had just talked to him, earnestly coaxing out his feelings, and providing some...
Well, comfort.
Gon felt sort of dazed, after that—he'd never anticipated he'd lose his virginity that way, but then supposed he didn't really know how he would have lost it anyway, or if he actually cared. He was just the type of person that when something was taken out of his control that he'd be angry about it, regardless of what would have happened otherwise.
But, decidedly, he felt less... pissed off. Getting laid would often do that for a teenaged boy. And while he still was a little resentful, he realized that had little to do with the staff, or his classmates... so having exhausted all other attempts, Gon decided to put his head down and... er, well, put his head down. In other ways.
Companions in training were required to fill out a basic questionnaire before their first time; to name their type, and their orientation... Gon, not knowing shit about fuck, had simply written in "I don't really care" and selected "heterosexual." The type of Companion assigned to them for their "deflowering" (for lack of a better term here) was up to the Academy itself, and usually a flawless choice. Students were of course allowed to update their dossiers as they learned more about their own preferences through their practices; they could rescind their sexual preference for another, or update their types, or their hard nos. Based on his experience with that woman, Gon decided he'd study Comfort. And then there were more than a few bodies after that, all for the purpose of testing Gon on his material he was catching up on. They in part instructed him as well, and all actually had glowing reviews for Gon—even citing that they'd be happy to work with him again, when permitted.
Indeed, once Gon finally decided to put his mind to it, he was... well, a good lay. When it came to tactile things, like dance, martial practice or sex, it seemed Gon was a quick learner—excelling ahead of even his more veteran, gold star peers. But everything else required a lot of work—Gon was basically the Academy's version of a jock, and only had such success in sex and bonding because of his innate charisma, understanding of romance, and animal instinct—which he already had a reputation for, much to his embarrassment. The more worldly aspect of being a Companion was where Gon dragged far behind—at least, outside of natural sciences and all things pertaining. So if he got a client who cared about that kind of thing or wanted to have a hearty spar before their main event, he'd be a dream come true. That was about it.
Not for a lack of trying, though. Even now, Gon is studying—he's been eating his lunch while having his head sort of stuffed in a book, trying to grind some history text into his brain that simply does not want to go in. Other students seem intrigued by Gon, and he's even made a few friends... But for right now, he's sitting alone—and it's clearly on purpose, sequestered off to some corner of one of the many ornate courtyards of the school, scrunched up at the corner of some bench beneath the shade of some wax-leafed tree.
Gon's hope was to get so good at this stuff he could just graduate early, work hard to pay off the debt, or escape once he was working formally... but proper, normal schooling was way harder than finding the way to give someone have a good orgasm.]
Gon knew about Companions, of course. everyone did. it was a respectable, lofty position, and close to no one was truly qualified for the job—one of the wealthiest positions one could get in the world. It required more than beauty and skill in sex (though both could not be done without)—it required culture. A full and well-rounded education; from academia; to the arts; the world itself; politics; psychology... The last of which the most important. It required you to be able to read people very well, to know of their wants without the client not having to name them unless they fancied doing so... and most importantly, to stay safe. That was why self defense and martial training was required as well—to keep the body healthy, and to keep the student, and later, Companion, safe. And there was a coveted grace to fighting well, just as there was to dancing. All required teachings.
And for the most part, people weren't verklempt of the opportunity to attend a school as lofty as this one. Of an already immeasurably elite career class, this school was the best of the best. Elite among elite. Unfathomable riches to attend.
Most of all, unfortunately, to be a five star Companion—one had to start young. And because of that, it was rare that anyone attended the Zoldyck school older than the age of 13; they didn't keep anyone past the age of 21 (or very rarely), and they also didn't believe in putting time into what they would perceive to be failures. It was constant education, starting with basic sexual and psychological education for the youngest, into more advanced sexual and psychological theory. The beginning practice age for the physical application of these years of studying was 15.
Which was the age that Gon is when he was gracelessly thrust into all this.
Having been searching for his father, traveling with a wealthy natural scientist named Kite in part to pursue his passion but also in pursuit of finding his father (to whom Kite had a distant connection), Gon was abruptly and forcibly taken from his charge. Because of their boundless wealth and power, the Zoldyck's assumed legal custody of Gon through their business estate, and even Kite hadn't the funds—much less the power— to stop it. Much less did Gon's adoptive mother, when she soon after got the news from Kite.
Apparently, that father Gon had been in pursuit of, Ging Freecss, had landed Gon, who was so out of place, into this situation. He'd maneuvered some fast-thinking on the Zoldyck's, which was 1) impossible and 2) impossible to take kindly. But Ging was elusive even to their powers that were, so this was the best compromise. A hostage situation, Gon at first surmised, thinking the Zoldyck's would be in for a sorry surprise when they found Ging would be too indifferent to pay of the ransom if the news even found him...
But five steps ahead of Gon, it seemed the Zoldyck's had already thought of that. Instead, they were content to simply keep Gon. And to train him from the ground up, with extra attention (read: force) to get him up to snuff, years behind as he was. And when he was a fledged Companion, he would work to pay his debt... and unless he could gain the cryptid illusory slipperiness of his father without working another 15 years to get it, Gon would likely not be able to escape them.
But that didn't mean he didn't try, one or nine times. And he'd been apprehended every time, to the point where Gon got a bit of a buzz of a reputation. First of all, it was strange that he was brought here at practicing age, without base education through his pre-adolescence—not completely unheard of, but rare enough to basically be a tall tale on its own, but second of all, Gon was wild. From biting his instructors to trying to climb out windows, he quickly gained the reputation of being an animal. Feral Freecss, a proper progeny to his father's reputation among those who even knew of him.
After a couple of weeks, Gon seemed to resign himself (unhappily) to his strange fate. It wasn't that he had any disrespect for the job, or aversion to sex itself—but he never thought any of those things would occur on terms that weren't his own, nor was it even a thing he really had interest in. And there he was, being cram-coursed on how to expertly execute sex acts, flushing and scowling with mortification every time and sinking petulantly in his seat.
Worse, there was the mandatory...well. It had to start somewhere, didn't it? Students usually had a few months of break-in eventually tied with practice, with a practiced Companion. The Companion wasn't usually someone who worked for the school, but alumni, typically. Gon had been enlisted a Comfort Companion given his ornery nature, and he hated how effective of a choice that'd been. He was assigned a woman too sweet to berate or to take his anger and discomfort out on—and students were given generous time with their firsts. Gon had an entire evening and morning, from sunset to sunrise.
Most of their time together had been the woman laying beside him as Gon crossed his arms and crossly scowled at the lavish drapery that decorated the canopy of the bed, all done in sagging, expensive and imported throws and shawls. The woman, on her belly, had talked to him quite candidly about the business, her own experiences... and Gon hated that he knew it was her job, but that she was successfully plying him, putting him at ease. He eventually opened up, asking her questions about her specialty class, and found he didn't totally disagree with it. He didn't disagree with the job at all, but complained at length about the Zoldycks. She explained he'd be set for life, and Gon shot back tiredly he already was.
He was happy, or so he thought. He was pretty sure he was.
Eventually, she got through to him enough to sort of cuddle, which his body responded to naturally—given his climate, Gon hadn't been all too pressed or enthusiastic about relieving his morning needs, so her bare body had quickly awoken its neediness. Her touches were as gentle as her voice, but shockingly efficient—it wasn't long before she'd brought him along to orgasm with a careful, skillful hand, and by then, Gon was ready. They did a lot of different things, took breaks to chat, hydrate and snack on annoyingly pretentious hors devours... and by the end of it, when she jokingly asked him if it was so bad, Gon had simply blinked and told her "no," as if much to his own surprise.
He then realized all he really needed was someone to spend some time with. Some human contact, some understanding. This entire school was full of incredibly rich, incredibly callous people who'd been probably primed for this for far longer than their enrollment... and this was the first time someone had just talked to him, earnestly coaxing out his feelings, and providing some...
Well, comfort.
Gon felt sort of dazed, after that—he'd never anticipated he'd lose his virginity that way, but then supposed he didn't really know how he would have lost it anyway, or if he actually cared. He was just the type of person that when something was taken out of his control that he'd be angry about it, regardless of what would have happened otherwise.
But, decidedly, he felt less... pissed off. Getting laid would often do that for a teenaged boy. And while he still was a little resentful, he realized that had little to do with the staff, or his classmates... so having exhausted all other attempts, Gon decided to put his head down and... er, well, put his head down. In other ways.
Companions in training were required to fill out a basic questionnaire before their first time; to name their type, and their orientation... Gon, not knowing shit about fuck, had simply written in "I don't really care" and selected "heterosexual." The type of Companion assigned to them for their "deflowering" (for lack of a better term here) was up to the Academy itself, and usually a flawless choice. Students were of course allowed to update their dossiers as they learned more about their own preferences through their practices; they could rescind their sexual preference for another, or update their types, or their hard nos. Based on his experience with that woman, Gon decided he'd study Comfort. And then there were more than a few bodies after that, all for the purpose of testing Gon on his material he was catching up on. They in part instructed him as well, and all actually had glowing reviews for Gon—even citing that they'd be happy to work with him again, when permitted.
Indeed, once Gon finally decided to put his mind to it, he was... well, a good lay. When it came to tactile things, like dance, martial practice or sex, it seemed Gon was a quick learner—excelling ahead of even his more veteran, gold star peers. But everything else required a lot of work—Gon was basically the Academy's version of a jock, and only had such success in sex and bonding because of his innate charisma, understanding of romance, and animal instinct—which he already had a reputation for, much to his embarrassment. The more worldly aspect of being a Companion was where Gon dragged far behind—at least, outside of natural sciences and all things pertaining. So if he got a client who cared about that kind of thing or wanted to have a hearty spar before their main event, he'd be a dream come true. That was about it.
Not for a lack of trying, though. Even now, Gon is studying—he's been eating his lunch while having his head sort of stuffed in a book, trying to grind some history text into his brain that simply does not want to go in. Other students seem intrigued by Gon, and he's even made a few friends... But for right now, he's sitting alone—and it's clearly on purpose, sequestered off to some corner of one of the many ornate courtyards of the school, scrunched up at the corner of some bench beneath the shade of some wax-leafed tree.
Gon's hope was to get so good at this stuff he could just graduate early, work hard to pay off the debt, or escape once he was working formally... but proper, normal schooling was way harder than finding the way to give someone have a good orgasm.]
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[Gon's expression thins with annoyance (though he's still smiling) at Killua's clever burn regarding his lunch, and gives him a playful shove.]
Yeah, I ate while I was studying. I have about 20 more minutes, I think. It was nice to have a little break.
[Which is a weird thing to say when it means that break was you getting your ass beat, but Gon is...clearly more than pleased about the whole thing. He's usually more of a sore loser, too—more than likely, Gon's gonna vie for rematches constantly.]
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Yeah, he likes this. Does the mean he likes - no, no. Of course not.]
Can't be too sure. Have to make sure it gets through that thick skull of yours, [he jokes with a snicker, flicking Gon's forehead much more gently than he usually would.] Alright, tip number one: don't overload your brain. If you get overwhelmed, you're not going to be able to actually process anything you're learning. And based on how you looked earlier...
[Killua reaches over and pulls the abandoned book closer to himself, tapping his fingers on it in a rhythm from the latest piece he's learning in music.] It's long past time for you to do something you enjoy. I get that they're piling shit on you, but you've gotta learn your own limits. So. [Cocking his head to the side, Killua gazes at Gon expectantly.] What do islanders do when they are bored?
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It depends... Even back home, I was a little eccentric, [Gon admits. It seems he's more self aware than people give him credit for in some places...]
I guess one traditional thing I did to keep busy that I found fun was fishing, but I mostly just liked to explore in the woods, interact with the wildlife and stuff... Learning about and being connected to the island itself.
[By the sound of it, Gon was maybe a little bit of a loner—but it wasn't like he'd had a lot of social options, either.]
When I left the island to work with Kite, I was helping him with field research for natural science and bio stuff, which I liked. I also learned how to fight, which was also pretty fun...
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[As he listens to Gon, he nods, understanding. He used to like nature when he was a kid - long before all joy had been sucked from his life. A plan begins to form in his head, one that he knows might a little tricky to enact. Excursions from the school certainly weren't unheard of and were strictly monitored. Killua had a little more flexibility with it, considering if the school decided to refuse him he could sometimes bypass them by asking his mother to intervene.
He only did that when he desperately needed out. Interacting with her was never a desire of his.
Despite this, he has a sinking feeling that getting Gon off-campus might be a bit trickier than what he's used to. It's entirely possible he's not allowed to leave on the basis that he may bolt, given the chance. Would they trust Killua to keep him in check? Certainly Killua can handle Gon - if it came down to it, he could just knock his ass out and carry him back - but it's not as though he has a reputation for reliability around here. Hmm.]
Well, I'm not fighting you again right now. I don't feel like getting yelled at today over breaking one of the students. [Nevermind it's coming regardless.] Maybe study some science you like or something. Or visit the library and see what they have on that shit. They've got some DVDs and books on wildlife and whatnot.
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Ah, I've been wanting to, actually...
[Because contrary to popular belief, Gon does enjoy reading from time to time! And writing, even; he used to journal and doodle about his findings in nature... Now, Gon's old worn databook is neglected in his old backpack, done in the style of his people from home. Gon's old life, just shoved neatly into a corner.]
It's just, I feel like I don't really have a lot of extracurricular spare time to do things like that. Unless I could read that stuff or watch something in the shower, or while I eat... That's about it. I don't even sleep 8 hours a night.
Jeez, sorry. I'm complaining a lot.
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Then again, this is his family he's talking about. The Zoldycks (and all associated businesses) aren't exactly known for their patience or generosity.
Still. He'll throw around what little influence he has, if it might lesson the load. If that doesn't work, he'll just up the ante on how much of a hellion he can be until someone breaks. Not a big deal.]
You need to work on your priorities, stupid. How can you stuff your brain full of useless information if you're not even getting enough sleep? [Crossing his arms, he puffs out an aggravated breath.] Geez, you're hopeless. Better get your act together if you want in on my plan to fuck with my family.
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[A couple years is such a LONG TIME. Gon tries not to think about how he's gonna be here for 7 years if he doesn't figure out a plan...
Gon perks up, though, posture straightening—with a wince.]
Plan?
[Gon grins. Maybe he was right about Killua's feelings about his role? He doesn't seem like the type who likes being told what to do... That was the whole point of his class style, right?]
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[The apples falls to the ground, half-squished.] And it would be good to have someone like you on my side.
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So you approached me cuz you wanna partner up!
[NOT TO HELP GON... But Gon didn't really care. That was probably like payment... A transaction.]
I guess you figured you needed someone who might have a vendetta or a desire to get out of their grasp, huh?
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This is why he doesn't bother being nice to people. It always gets lost in translation some fucking how.]
I had no idea you could actually fight til you landed a hit on me. [He kicks the apple over to a nearby squirrel, watching as it paws it curiously.] Forget it. Just figured you might be interested is all.
[And maybe, just maybe, Killua is so very tired of being alone, stewing in his hatred.]
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...quite shy.
It's probably not how most people take Killua, but Gon isn't most people; the picture that's coming together of the young heir is different than the typical take, for sure. And Gon likes it. Even if he was wrong about Killua's intentions twice—but it's not because he thinks Killua's unkind, but it's normal to have an angle, isn't it?
Gon laughs.]
You didn't even tell me your plan entails fighting.
[Potentially, anyway. Now Gon's even more interested. He leans up, smiling.]
I am interested! Plus, it doesn't seem fair that you help me study and I don't do anything for you. Companion services between students is forbidden, so it's not like I can offer you anything else.
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What the hell, Gon? You can't just, just say shit like that. God. Idiot.
[Does this boy have no shame? Sure, they're at a companion boarding school and all, and yeah, they have sex as a job but when removed from that it becomes a whole different beast of its own. Not something Killua has any desire to explore, even without the formal consequences.]
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[APPARENTLY, not for Gon... Or so he thinks. Despite the subject, Gon's so guileful, inexperienced as he is. Nothing more than heavy petting and some kissing before he'd been tossed in this place, and in general, Gon's never been intimidated by the idea of sex; he's been aware of it since a young age, and is more than a bit of a naturalist regarding the human design...
But he also never really thought of it much, himself, nor had want of it. Now it's just like poker-chips. Gon hasn't even considered sex with another boy, but if it's professional, he feels like he could do it...? (Much to reflect on, later.)
Gon blinks, looking genuinely puzzled. He seems surprised to be hearing that from the Zoldyck heir, of all people...]
It's normal, isn't it?
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I don't know, Gon, is it normal to offer a new acquaintance sex in return for help with studying? [The answer is, of course, a loud and resounding no but at this point? Killua has no idea how Gon will answer such a question.]
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Maybe not somewhere that isn't like this... Don't most the people here think that way? Sex isn't anything special...
[Gon's expression becomes a mite distant and distracted, but just for a moment—because another thought occurs to him, bringing back his apt focus.]
But I meant companion stuff anyway, not just sex! Besides, I'm not offering, cuz I can't anyway.
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Never, never has anyone at this school made him blush before. It's always the other way around, with his sharp tongue and dirty mouth expertly finding the most sensitive areas to tease no matter who he's speaking to.
What goes around comes around eventually, he supposes.]
Take your book back, [he grumbles, shoving it across the table.] If you want to repay me or whatever, just don't run yourself into the ground.
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[Gon takes his book back, sliding it with his fingertips back to his side as he tilts his head, peering a smile at Killua's dodgy glance, expression still quite tickled. It seems he's already quite charmed. He didn't think Killua had this kind of side to him, and Gon wasn't even trying to fluster him.
Fun.]
I don't know if there's any helping that, but keep me informed about your plan or whatever! I can definitely help you with something like that, too.
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[Killua's phone chimes in his pocket suddenly. Ah, yeah. He supposes it's about time for him to hit up his next class. Sliding it out, he swipes his thumb across it in a quick pattern to unlock before placing it on the table in front of Gon.] Hey. Put your number in here.
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[That made sense. Right.]
Yeah.
[Gon puts in his number, then politely scoots Killua's phone back to him, smiling.]
See you tomorrow, then! I'll text you if anything comes up.