Gon was never much of a drinker, as he had never liked the burning sensation of alcohol on his throat.
Killua, despised drinking. Apparently, his parents had worked him up to have a high tolerance for it when he was younger. (Gon didn't know why. Well....Gon didn't know a lot of things.)
So when after a particularly harsh run in with his father, Gon was surprised to see killua layed out on their living room couch, completely drunk.
Gon stumbled over a small bottle of whisky, throwing it off to the side and walking over to his red faced boyfriend.
"Killua? Why are you drinking? Are you alright?"
"Gon...you're such a meanie!"
"What?"
Was the word 'meanie' even in Killua's vocabulary?
"How could you leave me by myself after I ran into my father? Do you know how scary he is? I was so shocked I came here and used my nen to get myself drunk! Do you know how hard it is to use aura to increase the properties of alcohol? Really hard!"
A lot of stumbling had occured during Killua's speech, but the word 'properties' had come out come like 'prospersties.'
"Killua how drunk are you?" Gon asks, exasperated. He can already tell drunk Killua was going to be like babysitting an extremely dangerous child.
"Just a little...little itty bit tipsy. Just a little bit."
"So you're very drunk. Noted." Gon deadpans, picking up the many scattered bottles around the floor.
"Hey Gon?"
"Yes Killua?" The island boy answers, not looking up from his task.
"I love you...like a lot a lot." When Gon looked back, a very serene Killua was asleep with a tired smile on his face.
"Yeah...I love you too idiot. Even if you are impossibly drunk."
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{Of Roses and Thorns} KILLUGON ONESHOTS
Fanfiction'There is no way to hold something that is truly beautiful; not without consequence. There is a reason roses have thorns.' - Adam Stanley
