OMG, it took me so long to update this. I'm so sorry. I really wanted to do it earlier. Hope you enjoy it anyway.
DAY 15-Wearing a different style of clothing
Biscuit Krueger, as she kept contact with her two adorable disciples (which she sometimes though would look so good in some sexy clothing) was informed of everything that happened with them. She knew about the relationship that Gon had with Hisoka, and what was the thinking of Killua about it. She was also, after Curarpikt, the most important romantic counselor of the black haired boy. She sometimes wondered why she wasn't the number one, when she was not only a woman, but also had years of experience that the Kuruta boy couldn't have. Then she remembered all the times she had suggested pervert stuff that the boy didn't even understood, and the answer came instantly. One way or the other, the important thing was that she wanted to help the boy through his very first romance as much as she could, so it was the best romance ever. So, when the boy asked her if she could go to his place and train him for a completely different reason, she ran happily to the known address, with tons of ideas for the couple to try (most of them to perverted to Gon to understand them or Killua to let them actually do them)
She knocked the door of Gon's house, smiling happily at her own fantasies, jumping back with a nosebleed when Hisoka opened the door, completely naked and soaking wet, being the towel over his shoulders the sole proof of the fact that he had just got out of the shower.
- H-Hi- She said covering his nose with one of her hands, letting her pink eyes go up and down the perfect body of the tall man, who smiled back gently
- Hi~ Krueger-san, right?- He moved to a side, letting her inside the house- Gon told me you were coming to help him with some new special technique.
- I-is that so?- She asked, fighting her desire to look at the man (and his well proportionated lower part) with all her strength, fixing hre sight in anything that could catch her attention- And, where is Gon?
- He is at Killua's place, but they should be here at any minute~ - The red-haired (natural red-haired from what Bicuit could easily see now) answered closing the door and walking to the living room. His body was too much for her to not stare at him, and since he was naked, it seemed like an invitation to do so. Gon was so lucky of having such a hot boyfriend…Thinking about that, it could be the perfect moment for talking Hisoka into a different clothing style that could make him look even better (she had been thinking about that and even brought fashionable clothes she saw on a magazine for him to try them on)
- W-well, I have a little question for you…- she started playing with her fingers
- What could that be?~ -
- I was wondering if you would mind using a different clothing style…- She noticed a glare from the golden eyes and started explaining herself- I mean, you already look great, but I think…-
- I'm not interested- he replied harshly, starting to dress up
- That's too bad…- she made an exercise of quick thinking and said- Even though I brought some clothes that Gon seemed to like on Greed Island…
Hisoka stopped his actions with the sole mention of his younger lover, falling in the not very planed trap of the older woman.
- Did you say Gon liked it?~ - He didn't even bothered to hide his interest
- Yes, very much. He actually said that it would look so good in someone he liked. Maybe he was talking about you, I don't know- she continued to lie, smirking slyly at the somehow honest reactions of the man
- What kind of clothes are they?~ - He walked towards her, looking with interest her pink bag
- Well, some visual, some oriental style…- she was getting too much fun from there. She opened her bag and took out some clothes- but he liked this clothes -
- He actually said that? - He widened his golden eyes, not able to believe the mischievous lie of the blonde
- Yes, indeed. What do you think about trying them on to surprise him when he comes back?-
Hisoka looked at the black clothes reluctantly, but he couldn't fight against the sparkles that surrounded the girl.
The laughs that came from the chat between both children, stopped as soon as they saw Hisoka. He was wearing a black long coat, with chains replacing both zipper and buttons, letting his worked chest and abdominals be seen. The black pants he was wearing were waist-lined ones with some ripped parts and silver chains as accessories. His hair was straight, falling over his forehead in a sensual way.
- Hisoka, what are you wearing?- Asked Killua, having an strange feeling of discomfort
- What do you think Gon?- Asked Hisoka, ignoring completely the question (an even the existence of the other boy)
The addressed boy stared at him ungallantly, repairing in even the slightest details of the clothing, to a point where all in the room felt a bit awkward. When he finished he looked up at his lover with his beautiful eyes wide open and said
- You look really cool and awesome, like always…- he started before adding- but I think you are more like you in your normal clothes. You look a lot like Kuroro with these clothes….
- So you really don't like them?~ - the man glared at the little woman who could only think about laughing at the situation
- Is not like that- clarified the boy- I like how they make you look even cooler, but I think is better if you actually like what you are wearing, because that makes you look more confident and sensual… Plus, the you I met on the Hunter examination is my first love, so I can't get tired of seeing you like that…
No words could be said in that situation. Killua, Biscuit and Hisoka stared at the boy with mouth and eyes wide open. That little child was a womanizer, if there was some doubt about that before, they all forgot in that second. However, it was still somehow difficult to digest for all of them. He surely knew how to say things…
- Hey Biscuit, we need to ask you a favor…- he changed the topic of conversation and continued to talk until everyone followed his conversation neatly
He sure was an expert not only on dates, but with words.