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“Gon.” Killua’s voice came out as a harsh whisper, “What the hell are you doing here.”“Killua, what the fuck is going on?” Alluka asked, but he couldn’t bring himself to respond, even to tell her to mind her language.Gon had the audacity to look fucking perplexed, as if the reason should have been the most obvious thing in the world, “Um,” he tilted his head to the side, a habit that he had carried since before Killua had even met him, “Stealing? Same as you?” Or: the annual Zoldyck Art Show has been considered unrobable since its creation, but can their reputation hold up against a genius they’ve disowned, their ex-protégé, and a master of disguise? The heist au you never knew you needed with famed art thieves Killua and Alluka, kleptomaniac with a costume problem Gon, and could probably use a hug Kalluto!