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[004. video]

[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?

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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.]

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

Again.

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.]

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

Perfect. Keep going!

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

Having trouble already? [Totally innocent over here.]

[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!

[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.

[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!

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

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

Looks good. On three?

[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 --

[Killua does the same, solidfying his grip.]

Three!

[And PUSH!]

[And push! The dumpster goes sailing across the yard, turning slightly as it goes, and grinds to a halt a few feet away from the snow sculpture. Gon laughs, already dashing across the icy ground after it.]

It worked! C'mon, Killua! [Now to the important part: making the best snowfoxbear ever.]

[Following after Gon left and right? Boy, wasn't that familiar. He chased him back to the unfinished snow sculpture, hopping up on top of the dumpster with ease and testing its sturdiness. He jumps once.]

It should be good.

[Gon jumps up after him, the dumpster creaking a little under the doubled weight, but it doesn't even threaten to give way. He grins.]

Yeah. That was a good idea, Killua!

[He frowns at the snow mound's face. Okay, so it needs a long muzzle... ]

All my ideas are good! They're my ideas.

[It's an automatic reflex by now, really.

Brb, shoving a snowball right into the lower-half of its unfinished face.]

Yeah, right --

[About to poke Killua in the side, but he's distracted by the snowball appearance.]

Hey! I was working on that! ... [But that kind of works. He attempts to pat it into something Gonta-face-shaped.]

Yeah, I'm right!

[And that's all Gon gets. He's honestly trying to help mold it into something decent, but that doesn't mean he can't have a little fun while doing it.]

[It is more fun that way. He draws a nose in with one fingertip (maybe he should've gotten gloves? Naaaah, his fingers are only turning a little red.)

And, imitating Killua's idea, he's going to start stacking handfuls of snow up to make the ears.]

[Anyone else in the world would be worried about Gon's freezing fingers. Killua is not.

While Gon works on the ears, Killua searches for thin twigs to use as whiskers.]

[Gon isn't too concerned himself. They'll be fine, he'll just have to warm them up later! He's frowning in concentration as he manages to get the two ear-stacks tall enough and works (very carefully) at getting them sort of pointy on top.]

Hey, Killua, what do you want to do when we're done?

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