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[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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[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... ]

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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.]

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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.]

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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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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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Destroy it?

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[Pause.

Grin.]

Sure!

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[Killua smirks in return. Somehow, that only motivates him to make it look even better.]