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[freecssofnature]

[It's snowing! And Whale Island might be cold sometimes, but one thing it doesn't have even on the very top of the island is lots of snow. Gon is laughing merrily somewhere behind the blurry video feed as he runs several steps, and turns to reveal a mountain of it that he's collected: a good ten feet tall, maybe, though it's hard to tell from his height.

It's not exactly sculpted into much, but there it is: lots of snow.]

Hey, Killua! Come help me! I'm gonna make a snow Gonta!

[Pause, and he grins at the video, because, right: there's a lot of other people on the network too!]

Everybody, does it snow a lot where you're from? What do you like doing?

Comments

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[kill-joo-ded.livejournal.com]

No way am I gonna do it. You'd move around too much.

[And that's final, thankyouverymuch.]

We can at least find something to stand on.

[offline]

[freecssofnature.livejournal.com]

I would not... [Well. If he's going to be making a snow sculpture, can he even do that standing still?

Regroup.]

But we can find something to stand on! That way we could both work on it. [Looking around. Maybe they can find something in the junkyard...]

[offline]

[kill-joo-ded.livejournal.com]

I think there's a dumpster somewhere around here....

[He trails off as he meanders around the Gundam building in search of his quarry.]

[offline]

[freecssofnature.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah! Good idea. I saw it the other day over there! C'mon!

[He charges past Killua toward the far side of the building.]

[offline]

[kill-joo-ded.livejournal.com]

[His eyes widen when Gon breezes past him, and he's still for a moment before taking off after his friend with a huff.]

Hey, hey! What's with the rush?

[offline]

[freecssofnature.livejournal.com]

[Laughter trails behind him on the chilly air: he's not stopping, because that would waste his head start!] Why not?

[offline]

[kill-joo-ded.livejournal.com]

[Nuh-uh! Is Gon making fun of him? He speeds up his pace in order to catch up.]

It's over there. [He points.] Other side of the building, right around the corner.

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[freecssofnature.livejournal.com]

Okay! [He lets Killua catch up - it's more fun that way - and skids around the corner of the building. Okay, dumpster! Mostly empty, it looks like. He slows down, peering at the side to try and figure out if there's anything he can use for a handhold. It shouldn't be too heavy to lift, but it looks... kind of icy and slippery.]

Ummm....

[offline]

[kill-joo-ded.livejournal.com]

[Killua frowns at the iced over handles.]

Think we could push it?

[offline]

[freecssofnature.livejournal.com]

I bet that'd work! It's all icy. [So it'll move faster. He scuffs his foot over the ground, cracking a little ice free, and sets his feet firmly to give the dumpster a push.]

[offline]

[kill-joo-ded.livejournal.com]

[And it does slide, even a few inches farther than Gon pushed. Killua grins.]

Again.

[offline]

[freecssofnature.livejournal.com]

One, two -- three!

[On three, he shoves with not quite all his strength (better not to dent the metal!) but enough of it to send the dumpster sailing several paces over the ice. He grins.

This? Is kind of fun.]

[offline]

[kill-joo-ded.livejournal.com]

[Oh, good. Because Killua shows no signs of moving in to help. Instead, he orders Gon again.]

Perfect. Keep going!

[offline]

[freecssofnature.livejournal.com]

[Hey. Wait a minute.] Killua? [He kicks at the ice to break another foothold.] Aren't you going to help push?

[offline]

[kill-joo-ded.livejournal.com]

Having trouble already? [Totally innocent over here.]

[offline]

[freecssofnature.livejournal.com]

[Gon sees through that innocent act. C'mon, Killua.] I'm fine! I just thought...

[setting his feet, and: whoops! Looks like it's sliding in your direction this time! Think fast.] ...you were gonna help!

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[kill-joo-ded.livejournal.com]

[Woahcrap! Was that on purpose?

Instant reflexes allow him to grab ahold of the dumpster before it hits him but not get a firm foot hold. He slides with the dumpster for a good two feet, giving Gon the evil eye the whole time.]

Wrong way, genius.

[offline]

[freecssofnature.livejournal.com]

[It was a little on purpose. He expected you to catch it, though! So he's just grinning back at that evil eye.]

Sorry, Killua! Push it back this way!

[offline]

[kill-joo-ded.livejournal.com]

[He's pouting. That won't stop him from gaining that foot hold and pushing the dumpster back, matching the strength of Gon's last push.]

[offline]

[freecssofnature.livejournal.com]

[Gon sets his feet, ready to catch, but he doesn't have time to make sure the ice is broken under them -- so he's skidding a few feet himself when the dumpster hits him, letting out a surprised yelp before he catches his balance.]

Okay, so -- ready, set--

[He shoves it again, properly forward this time, and then dashes after it laughing as it grinds to a halt on a less icy patch of ground.]

[offline]

[kill-joo-ded.livejournal.com]

[Satisfaction! And thus with his debt repaid, he's much more willing to join in, running with Gon to catch the dumpster.]

Now we've gotta turn it.

[offline]

[freecssofnature.livejournal.com]

[Which means Gon wins -- so he'll take it! He cranes his neck to judge the angle around the side of the dumpster.]

If we push it that way -- [pointing] then it'll end up right next to the pile! And it won't hit if we push it too hard.

[Unless it slid funny, but they could always catch it if it did.]

[offline]

[kill-joo-ded.livejournal.com]

[He follows the direction Gon's pointing, doing quick mental calculations to see if the math adds up. It does.]

Looks good. On three?

[offline]

[freecssofnature.livejournal.com]

[What math? You just kind of look at it and see which way you need to go...

He sets his feet and readies himself to push.]

Yeah! One, two --

[offline]

[kill-joo-ded.livejournal.com]

[Killua does the same, solidfying his grip.]

Three!

[And PUSH!]