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[debauchewy]

[Aaaafter this.]

[Texted to Chrollo from literally, outside on the balcony of their hotel room. He's kind of just lounging out there, sitting on the banister despite how uncomfortable it may look.]

[I mean, he could walk in, he was just out there to look over the network a bit, let Chrollo read... but eeehhh, texting. Yes.]

lets go get parfaits.

[cephalothorax]

[...chrollo stares at the screen and, for a second, wonders if someone stole Hisoka's communicator because really?

But then he chuckles.]


Aren't you on the balcony?

[debauchewy]

i m.

[Sitting there, hunched, balanced perfectly on that slim railing and staring out at the city. Really... NYC has proven to be quite nice actually.]

[cephalothorax]

The conveniences of modern technology.

What brought on this craving for a parfait?

[debauchewy]

a friend asking me what important flavors of them r. shes really quite adorable. ♥

[cephalothorax]

...what an odd and random question. But all right, we can get parfaits.

Which friend, by the way? Am I in danger of receiving desert questions from Illumi or something of the sort?

[debauchewy]

i feel like it may have something 2 do with a business excursion of hers, but who knows.

illumi? rly? of all people.

[Laughing a bit at that...]

cass. i believe uve spoken 2 her b4.

[cephalothorax]

At the beach. Yes, she told me you were fond of me.

I was shocked!

[debauchewy]

and here i thought i was transparent.

im so fond of u. ♥ but she rly was rather interested in hearing me gush. ♥

[cephalothorax]

Ah, is that what you did, then? Now I'm even more surprised.

♥

[debauchewy]

well i was reading a magazine with u all over it, it was hard not 2 bring u up.

[cephalothorax]

I should send you a copy of my portfolio.

Although that does remind me... is that why you asked for the photo?

[debauchewy]

id really like that. ♥

[Not a true stalker without a shrine right. Ha. Ha.]

it might b y. ♣

[cephalothorax]

[no no, shrines are inappropriate for a stalker once they've been upgraded to boyfriend!]

Consider it done. ♥

Oh, that reminds me. I'm still waiting for one of you, how cruel.

[debauchewy]

[Oh true true! He'll just have to be around even more, is that possible?]

any suggestions?

[cephalothorax]

[Not currently, at least!]

I think you're supposed to decide that sort of thing..

[debauchewy]

[Aaand he sends a picture of his feet, dangling off the banister and faaar over the roads below, leaning back to balance as he holds out his legs.]

[cephalothorax]

Hm. I could have sworn you were taller.

[he may have just saved that image though.]

[debauchewy]

im full of fun little illusions. try lifting ur index fingers up horizontally and point them at eachother an inch apart. if u blur ur vision it looks like a little one is floating between them. ♥

[Hi. You're dating a man child.]

[cephalothorax]

[... if Hisoka listens very closely he might even hear Chrollo laugh.]

What in the world made you try that to begin with?

[debauchewy]

[He does and he grins, gripping his free hand on the banister to anchor himself, letting him lean back a little more, looking back at the windowed and curtained doors of the balcony. He'll sit up again though, reply.]

boredom really is the 1 true evil in any world.

[cephalothorax]

I'm sure you can imagine how I've managed boredom in the past.

[Reading my dear. A lot of reading.]

...what do else do you have?

[debauchewy]

weve always been very different people. but thats just 1 of the many things about this i like. ♥

o? did u want 2 speak 2 my younger self a bit more? i might remember a few more things, do u have a pencil?

[cephalothorax]

There's not much purpose in loving oneself. At least not that way. ♥

But yes, I have a pencil.

[debauchewy]

o, so sure about that? im quite fond of loving myself in many ways. ♠

ok, so hold it loosely between ur index and thumb and limply shake ur hand, keeping ur wrist in place and just barely not letting the pencil fall.

[Hah.]