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3/10 - 3/11 voice

[debauchewy]

[Late, so late. Near 5am, dawn is starting to break and the slight peek of the sun is what finally woke him. He's been laying here for, hours now. His pain tolerance is quite amazing, but enough internal bleeding? Broken ribs- broken bones in general?]

[The sun, and he wakes up, breathing out a soft breath and tries to lift his arms- barely, ah. he tastes blood in his mouth, the throbbing in his torso is great and he knows he'll cough up blood as soon as he gets up. Which he does, spluttering, he spits red as soon as he rises. His fingers are in directions they're not meant to be, his wrists twisted around and back, all black and blue and Hisoka chuckles under his breath.]

[He'll slump back on the ground, wincing a little as he smiles to himself. That stupid tattoo on his arm- ah, he supposes it's useful now. Using his communicator would be impossible.]

Ring ring.

[cephalothorax]

[...fortunately for Hisoka, Chrollo never sleeps very much. And at the moment, he's occupied with... organizing his bookshelves, so he's not planning to sleep for quite a while. Which means he picks up on the 1.5th ring.

Of course, he checks the caller before answering.]

Hisoka.

[debauchewy]

Hm- Good morning. [A smile, yes, but he sounds, exhausted. Breathy, content! But definitely speaks with his injuries behind his words.]

Awake- early riser. What was it about a bird? [Gosh he loves idle chat, even at a time like this. Priorities.]

[cephalothorax]

...what?

[Actually, he's suspicious now. Chrollo frowns a little.]

They catch the worm. What's wrong?

[debauchewy]

Mmn- [A breath, pausing for a moment. His head is kind of- spinning. he still feels exhausted. Cu still in his thoughts- ngh... What- a fun fight. It's been a while since he was so worn, granted he- could've easily avoided getting so hurt but- it was better to feel what Lancer could do. He'll be a little more serious next time...]

Would you be able to meet me somewhere?

[cephalothorax]

[...not feeling less suspicious.]

Of course.

-> Action?

[debauchewy]

[Stiiiill all mentally, he uses his tattoo to send Chrollo essentially- a google maps of his location.]

[Since he's kind of- in the middle of no where... Which is what it will look like. Fuckin' woodlands of Pennsylvania.

[And then he'll go back to sleep. So if Chrollo says anything else- no response.]

-> Action!

[cephalothorax]

[Well, honestly... fuck answering. Chrollo takes a remarkably short time to arrive, because he's rushing, worried. And when he sees Hisoka...

well, the worry doesn't stop.]

Hisoka!

[debauchewy]

[The smell of blood's rather thick, and his aura is no where near as heavy as it usually is- though that's mostly due to him being passed the hell out right now.]

[Laying amidst a scarce amount of trees, around the faint smell of cooked meat, though there isn't any nearby anymore. He's completely unconscious- again. His body rather- mauled. His legs look for the most part all right, though the bruising is everywhere if his neon green clothing wasn't covering up all of his lower body. Still, his arms and a good amount of his torso is exposed, cloth torn here and there as well.]

[His arms are- the worst part of it. One dislocated and a complete wreck, swollen with bruises and dark red where the skin's been cracked and split. The bones in that arm a mess, some splintering through near his elbow. Though on either wrist they splinter through on both sides, both hands, his fingers twisted and broken back till the joints themselves are rather- difficult to locate.]

[Breathing rough, implying internal damage as well ranging from bruising to broken ribs, in several areas splintering into muscles and internal organs. Yes- a-

mess.]

[But he has an oddly peaceful smile over his lips, despite the blood dripping down from them.]

[cephalothorax]

[...funny. He's seen worse. He's done worse. But seeing Hisoka that way - smelling the thick bloody air... witnessing the mess Hisoka's become... that's...

Difficult. He chokes for a moment, and then feels ill.

And as he steps closer, he hears that labored breath, sees the mottled skin, broken bones and...

Sick doesn't begin to cover it.

The book is in his hand before he's even made the conscious decision to summon it. And in the next moment, he presses a hand to Hisoka's chest, dragging it down to his abdomen. Stitching things together where they're meant to be, pulling things apart where they're not. He starts there, repairing internal damage, because that's the most... important part. The part that might kill him before Chrollo can fix it, if he waits too long.

After that, the arms: bones straightening and knitting themselves back together, skin repairing, bruises fading away.

...he pauses, then, since the danger has passed. Makes sure Hisoka is still... breathing.]

...Hisoka. [His voice is soft and low.] You really are a fool.

[debauchewy]

[Oh worse definitely exists. Hisoka is no where near dead though sitting here long enough- he might be. Infact, most of the damage is- his own fault. Playing too much and allowing too much, and taking shots instead of just dodging when dodging was completely viable.]

[Can't feel it right now, though he hitches a little, things moving, shifting, rebuilding. His body jerks here and there flinching, cracking, but fixing, everything in it's place.]

[His breath stays heavy for a short while, his heart slowly returning to it's usual pace and soon there's not enough pain to keep him asleep, consciousness easing in. Blood no longer painting his pale skin, though he still raises a hand to touch at his own lips. Eyes still closed, feels- nothing, licks them, tastes nothing, a chuckle sounds out under his breath and his hand drops again.]

Myy saavioooor~~

[cephalothorax]

[He's a little too relieved. But Chrollo doesn't say anything at first. He just. Stares. And Hisoka's clothes are still a wreck, so give him a moment while he stitches them back together again even while he says...]

...who were you fighting?

[debauchewy]

Mmn, someone I had been meaning to for a few months now. [Sighs, staying on his back, keeping his eyes closed. He can feel those hands on him again and shivers, his body still sensitive from the fight.]

[cephalothorax]

I'm not certain that qualifies as an answer.

[He sighs, rubs his face. tries to banish the image of Hisoka broken and bleeding from his head.]

[debauchewy]

[Rubbing his face, so his eyes are covered for a moment. He'll feel fingers nudge up under his chin, smooth over a cheek and find Hisoka looking up at him from under low lids. Still laying down, still smiling as content as before.]

Someone I mentioned before. Lancer. Maybe I let him play with me too much~

[cephalothorax]

Clearly.

[Chrollo opens his eyes again, and looks over at Hisoka. And then dips his head down and kisses Hisoka's fingers.]

Idiot.

I'm... glad you contacted me.

[debauchewy]

Of course. [A laugh, lifting his hand away, giving a small shrug, eyes closing again.]

I wouldn't've gone this far if it wasn't for that new trick of yours. [Thanks for being there so he can get away with being stupid.]

[cephalothorax]

...I should punch you for that comment.

[translation: DON'T USE HIM AS AN EXCUSE TO BE A LUNATIC]

[debauchewy]

[A wide smile, pushing to sit up now. His back cracks a little, here and there down his spine and he stretches up his arms before letting them go slack, hands on his lap. He cocks his head, looking over at him, giving a coy smile.]

So? Punch me then.

[cephalothorax]

[ugh. Hisoka.]

I'm not rewarding you for absurdity.

[debauchewy]

Hm~ [A glance down, leaning in a little, slightly turning.]

Then award me for my dependence.

[cephalothorax]

[Chrollo stares at him. And then gives him a very light punch on the cheek. Almost more of a nudge with his fist.]

[debauchewy]

[Slowly turns his head with it, as if it had more force than it did.]

[A chuckle, falling back, flat against the ground again. He runs his hands down his chest, stomach, groin, bucking his hips up and hitching in his breath. He then lets go, curling his head against a shoulder.]

I can't help it- I know, it's sickening isn't it? [Said though, through that still lingering smile.]

[cephalothorax]

[...it is, a bit actually. But he's used to that. Chrollo sighs and then... lies down next to Hisoka on the ground.]

You're going to give me grey hairs. How thoughtless.

[debauchewy]

You might look good with a little salt and pepper. [A laugh.]

But surely I would gain some before you. Young Chrollo~ [A sigh, breathing deep, resting his hands on his stomach.]

You've done so much so young...