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“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
It’s not the first time Gon has ever heard Killua use such fruitful language, but in this sense it’s dripping with the type of venom Gon’s only come across a few times. And those were on particularly bad days. He should know; Killua spent a whole five minutes cussing at the toilet because of its lacking ability to flush properly.
The silver-haired man beside him sits back with an exasperated sigh, hand settling a tad too hard on the steering wheel, the keys jangling from the ignition; a near haunting sound between them.
“It’s not done that before,” Gon says, rubbing his sweaty feet together. “Can you try again?”
There are things to say and not to say when Killua is pissed, and this is one of those times Gon has to tread carefully. His roommate’s bite can be lethal.
“I tried already, idiot. Fucking thing won’t start. ”
There is cause for concern. Considering they’re out in the middle of nowhere with no cell service and miles from the next town. Both men were exhausted after their 9-mile hike through the mountains of Oxmack Bluff, and ate the majority of the lunch they’d packed. But whereas Gon has no qualms about sleeping in a car, Killua is a different story.
“Can I try?” he asks, eyeballing Killua and the way his eyebrows pinch together. The man scoffs, but there’s no hint of amusement in his voice.
“Everything you try and fix breaks, Gon.”
Which isn’t a lie.
“But it’s already broken,” he points out. Killua intakes a sharp breath, and he knows - he knows - that was probably a stupid thing to say. Gon offers out a smile, quick to stanch the irritation oozing from Killua. “But it’s okay! It’s not the end of the world. Besides, we could’ve been stuck in a warzone, or an angry mob of old ladies.”
He receives a side glance, and Killua barks out laughter.
“Only you could ever think of that, Gon Freecss, the Old Lady Tamer. C’mon, better take a look rather than sit in here like old men.” Killua squeezes Gon’s kneecap and exits the car, but not without grabbing their boots from the trunk first.