Over Gon's enthusuastic chatter and past his little head, Mito stared at Ging with an expression almost akin to shocked rage. She stood with a damp bedsheet crumpled in her clenched fists, draping down to the ground. She looked older. Her hair was shorter.
“Hey, Mito,” Ging greeted her.
“Ging Freecss,” Mito growled, “Do you have any fucking idea how long it’s been?"
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Ging comes to collect his son five months after leaving him on Whale Island. He doesn't think five months is too long, and is certainly far less time than he has gone missing for in the past. Apparently, though, to other people it is a Really Big Deal.