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“This kid yours?” Hisoka asked, holding up Gon by the back of his jacket. Ging looked startled. His eyes traveled from his son, grinning awkwardly and waving at him, back to Hisoka's painted face that looked uncharacteristically unamused – not that Ging could know Hisoka's default mood and expression. “I guess so,” he muttered, still perplexed. It was then that Hisoka let some of his murderous aura flow, just a smidge of his rage. Ging wasn't surprised this man was able to find him without even knowing what he looked like anymore. “Well, in that case, I'd like to tell you that you're the worst parent I've ever met. At least mine were around, even though they made it known how much they wanted to leave. You didn't even try to get to know the boy! The fact that I feel responsible for his life until I'll inevitably take it while you're goofing off and setting death traps for him is concerning.” Gon, who'd given up his struggles when he realized he didn't stand a chance, huffed. “Like hell you'll kill me! I'll kill you first. Now that I've seen Ging I need a new goal anyways.” “Oh, Gon. How naughty of you to try and turn me on in front of your own father. That's like fucking while on the phone or touching each other under the table during a family dinner,” Hisoka purred. Where Gon was used to such comments by now and just turned his head away from Hisoka, Ging looked majorly uncomfortable and it wasn't because of Hisoka's bloodlust. “Gon, what is this man to you?” he asked in a half-whisper Hisoka could heard for sure, pointing at Hisoka. Gon looked up at the magician. If he was honest, he'd never thought about that. What was Hisoka to him? “I mean, he's helped me a couple times but I don't think we're friends and he wants to kill me but at least he doesn't lie to me about it. About other things…” Gon trailed off, Greed Island fresh in his mind, to send a quick glare at Hisoka before resuming, “I can't really define it. He's just Hisoka. But if he's not the trouble then he'll get me out of trouble if I ask nicely and play my cards right.” “You wound me, Gon! I'm not your passionate lover, your night's sleep and day's energy? Your moon and sun, in the star-freckled sky? – Did you know I have freckles? I'm guessing you could've seen them when I was bathing but there might've been something more… interesting to see~” Over their ensuing banter, neither noticed that Ging had, in fact, fainted at the implications of Hisoka's statement. Little did he know that he was right. (He would've probably died on the spot had he known for sure that his twelve-year-old son had seen a random pedophile's boner, with and without clothes.)