"Huh?" Gon pushes his lips out in an extreme pout, staring down at his toes once Killua's shoved him into the seat. Wriggling them in thought, he looks to Killua, hurt. "What's wrong with my nails?"
The answer was everything. Wild child that he was, Gon spent the majority of his free time either bouncing around their new city or crawling barefoot in the parks. His toes and the bottom of his foot were covered so completely in dirt that it was hard to see the skin underneath. So well-worn were his feet that the dirt and grime from his adventures had simply become a part of his skin. His toenails were trimmed by natural occurrences, jutting out and jagged in their cut.
It all seemed perfectly normal to him. Devoid of any excessive luxury on Whale Island, the state of his feet seemed normal. A sign of hard work and good fun. Killua was just being nit-picky.
Gon wriggles his toes again before letting out a surprised shout when the chair goes down. "Hey!" He starts up, rubbing the back of his hair where chair and head had collided. His sour expression falls off when he sees Killua get rid of the nail file and all protest gets stopped by his curiosity as he watches Killua work.
"What's that fo-" He's cut off. The towel rubs against a particularly sensitive part of his foot and a giggle bursts out. Looks like someone's ticklish.
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The answer was everything. Wild child that he was, Gon spent the majority of his free time either bouncing around their new city or crawling barefoot in the parks. His toes and the bottom of his foot were covered so completely in dirt that it was hard to see the skin underneath. So well-worn were his feet that the dirt and grime from his adventures had simply become a part of his skin. His toenails were trimmed by natural occurrences, jutting out and jagged in their cut.
It all seemed perfectly normal to him. Devoid of any excessive luxury on Whale Island, the state of his feet seemed normal. A sign of hard work and good fun. Killua was just being nit-picky.
Gon wriggles his toes again before letting out a surprised shout when the chair goes down. "Hey!" He starts up, rubbing the back of his hair where chair and head had collided. His sour expression falls off when he sees Killua get rid of the nail file and all protest gets stopped by his curiosity as he watches Killua work.
"What's that fo-" He's cut off. The towel rubs against a particularly sensitive part of his foot and a giggle bursts out. Looks like someone's ticklish.