Gon still tries to get a peek of the other’s screen, who seemed to not mind Gon’s distraction as he could hear his character drifting and getting items. “Eeeh?! That’s not fair!” He goes back to his console, looking at the minimap in the corner – according to Killua,this should tell him where the other players are. He squinted, looking for Killua’s character, only to see he was almost one lap ahead of him.
“Killua!” He threw himself over the other’s back, trying to reach of the console. “You’re not even waiting for me! Tell me how you did that!”
“Don’t wanna. Life’s not fair, Gon.”
Adaptability was a trait that had been drilled into Killua since birth in preparation for any life-or-death situation at any given time – to him, yet another thing he had taken for granted until meeting Gon ( and not for an orthodox reason such as being able to survive the harsh trials they had gone through together. ) He appreciated it most in lighthearted moments like this; being able to keep up with the other’s atypical reaction to the jest and knowing unequivocally that if it were another person, Gon would have taken them entirely by surprise and gotten the console within the span of a few seconds. It was disgusting. It did his friend’s loyalty no justice. But it was there: a sickening, repulsive relief that there was no one to rival him, to displace him from their friendship. ( How long will that last? his conscience taunted. )
Killua would never acknowledge the ugly feeling that that particular train of thought produced. His roguish expression, exaggerated, certainly belied it well enough. The slight breath knocked out of him by Gon’s putting his entire weight on him was real — he was laughing, albeit breathlessly, long before he could collect himself to assume an air of exasperation . “ Get off of me! ” Even as he exclaimed, he was struggling to keep the console out of the other’s reach. Ultimately, he decided the best course of action was leaning forward as far as he could and — some unsightly slithering maneuvers later, had still not managed to shake Gon off. At least the console was very firmly in hand, though his character had lagged behind a little thanks to a certain disruption. Well, he was still winning by a landslide, since Gon had abandoned his console entirely.
“ You might have caught up to me if you concentrated on playing, you know!” he teases. As if ! “ Since you want to know so badly, I’ll tell you . . . if you manage to get my console before the game’s over. ” With that, he fakes turning his full attention to the game and ignoring the still-clinging Gon, making sure to not reveal any of the sweet - and to the less experienced gamer, baffling - tricks he had up his sleeve. Again, as if he’d let down his guard against any external counterattacks this far into the game. . .
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