To his credit, the house is in mildly better array than it previously had been. He's even bothered to unpack another box or two - the evidence of which can be found in the form of even more books and a series of literary quotes in frames lining his walls.
...otherwise, still pretty much a packed up wreck. Not important, though, not to either of them he's sure. At the moment, he's more concerned with what's... wrong with Hisoka...]
[It doesn't take long at all before those familiar taps sound out, hollow against Chrollo's window in the usual way. No real aura to speak of this. Certainly not hiding it with Zetsu, but it's surprisingly calm.]
[Wearing the same suit he had been before though- without the pink blazer anymore, just the pants, shoes, and blue shirt, still tucked in with his buttons done. He barely spares him a glance as he slips in, stepping down before sliding a hand through his hair, letting it fall over his face again.]
Decorating?
[Said with just a hint of a smile, though even more subtle than his usual.]
Hm~ Do I? [A wry smirk, glancing to him before passing and going to slump into the nearest, comfiest looking chair he can find.]
[Honestly he isn't sure what he wants by being here tonight. The urge to not see anyone was large on the list. That memory in his head down, making him sick. It could've been a pleasant moment, and ability like that? Intriguing. But now-
Now he, didn't really want to think at all.]
[Or really do much. He wanted to stare off and go blank, but he wanted some presence there at the same time.]
[Well, fortunately, sitting spots are among the first things Chrollo put together here. Because how is he supposed to read his books if he has nowhere to sit?]
[But seriously this is a little strange. Hisoka is not... acting himself, not at all. And chrollo watches him for a moment, brow furrowed, trying to determine exactly what might be wrong.]
[But he just doesn't know. So he follows Hisoka to where he's sitting, and kind of. Sits on the floor at his feet. Casual as can be.]
Chrollo narrows his eyes a bit and looks up at Hisoka. And his fingers drag down the center of his palm... leaving pristine, unmarked skin behind as they pass.
He holds that hand, though, even after it's over.]
[Tugs his hand a little, trying to get it from Chrollo's grip.]
Myself- apparently. Or part of me. [A down cast look, looking to his hand.] It seems he had an ability that allowed him to see my memories. [And- make him relive them too.]
Mn- [A light smile, pulling back his hand and turning it to look at the palm. His fingers spread- close- spread, and he keeps that smile, watching the new skin pull and wrinkle before he sets down the hand all together.]
['Unpleasant', sure. It was, that's why he didn't want to think about them, why he just let the past be the past. Still- even if he had a few enjoyable interactions after that little display, his mind went back to it. Like an old photo you always knew you had tucked away and when you finally take it out again you can't help but be surprised by it. Can't help keep looking at it.]
[It was maddening. To see himself back then. Young, and weak, and influenced. To feel the same thing he felt then for a moment.]
[His expression sours again, laying his head back against the seat back, staring to the side.]
[Another sound comes from him, apathetic almost, staring off. Other than that he doesn't say much more. Something like this is unusual for him as much as it seems unusual to Chrollo. He's not used to reliving his past. Maybe that's why he doesn't talk much of it. Because most of the time? He doesn't want to. Doesn't bother to. Cat like in his bitterness he sits, teeming slightly. Staring off. If he had a tail the tip might flick here and there. His spine might bristle. But he isn't, so he's still. Quiet. Stares off in the dark room, flexing that newly healed hand.]
[He doesn't think to share more. Wouldn't that be openly acknowledging it again? Stories left untold because they're meant to. For him. Someone still for the most part useless saw something. He left his guard down purposely to appease his own curiosity.]
[It would've be better for that person to have attacked him. Sure this wouldn't put him out of mind in a way to confuse him. Nor would've it hinder his fighting ability should they have fought afterwards. But-
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where r u
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Bored already?
[Because he's assuming this is just their post-event meetup call. They did discuss that, after all.]
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sure
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All right. Shall we meet?
[....so he can see Hisoka for himself. Or.]
Unless you'd prefer to type.
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i can meet u there
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[And he clicks off and... waits.
To his credit, the house is in mildly better array than it previously had been. He's even bothered to unpack another box or two - the evidence of which can be found in the form of even more books and a series of literary quotes in frames lining his walls.
...otherwise, still pretty much a packed up wreck. Not important, though, not to either of them he's sure. At the moment, he's more concerned with what's... wrong with Hisoka...]
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prompt.]
[It doesn't take long at all before those familiar taps sound out, hollow against Chrollo's window in the usual way. No real aura to speak of this. Certainly not hiding it with Zetsu, but it's surprisingly calm.]
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Chrollo pushes the window open, moves aside to permit Hisoka entry.]
Hisoka. That was rather quick.
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Decorating?
[Said with just a hint of a smile, though even more subtle than his usual.]
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[Otherwise, he'd be just as comfortable living out of boxes forever. He wouldn't even need four fully formed walls.]
You seem... calm.
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[Honestly he isn't sure what he wants by being here tonight. The urge to not see anyone was large on the list. That memory in his head down, making him sick. It could've been a pleasant moment, and ability like that? Intriguing. But now-
Now he, didn't really want to think at all.]
[Or really do much. He wanted to stare off and go blank, but he wanted some presence there at the same time.]
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[But seriously this is a little strange. Hisoka is not... acting himself, not at all. And chrollo watches him for a moment, brow furrowed, trying to determine exactly what might be wrong.]
[But he just doesn't know. So he follows Hisoka to where he's sitting, and kind of. Sits on the floor at his feet. Casual as can be.]
You do. And quiet. It's unlike you.
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[His eyes move, that's all that moves, and he stares down at him with a blank expression. Quiet. Unlike him. Is it then.]
[He raises his hand, fingers spread, flat, his palm facing Chrollo. There's a long slit down his palm, deep, and looks rather intentional.]
Could you? [Fix it, as in. This- reminder. He's not usually fond of marks, but he dislikes this one even more.]
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Chrollo narrows his eyes a bit and looks up at Hisoka. And his fingers drag down the center of his palm... leaving pristine, unmarked skin behind as they pass.
He holds that hand, though, even after it's over.]
What happened?
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[A sigh.]
I met someone, mmn- a new ImPort.
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[Narrows his eyes a little, and doesn't. let go.]
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He cut my hand to show me something. Apparently he was a demon. [A slight laugh through his nose, smirking a little.]
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And what is it he showed you?
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Myself- apparently. Or part of me. [A down cast look, looking to his hand.] It seems he had an ability that allowed him to see my memories. [And- make him relive them too.]
[Annoying.]
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Unpleasant memories, it seems.
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['Unpleasant', sure. It was, that's why he didn't want to think about them, why he just let the past be the past. Still- even if he had a few enjoyable interactions after that little display, his mind went back to it. Like an old photo you always knew you had tucked away and when you finally take it out again you can't help but be surprised by it. Can't help keep looking at it.]
[It was maddening. To see himself back then. Young, and weak, and influenced. To feel the same thing he felt then for a moment.]
[His expression sours again, laying his head back against the seat back, staring to the side.]
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[Chrollo frowns a little, watching him.]
Another one of your stories, yet untold.
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[He doesn't think to share more. Wouldn't that be openly acknowledging it again? Stories left untold because they're meant to. For him. Someone still for the most part useless saw something. He left his guard down purposely to appease his own curiosity.]
[It would've be better for that person to have attacked him. Sure this wouldn't put him out of mind in a way to confuse him. Nor would've it hinder his fighting ability should they have fought afterwards. But-
It didn't mean he enjoyed it at all.]
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tempting. But then again, it seems unnecessarily pushy to demand so much from someone who appears to be... troubled already.
Would discussing it help or hurt him? Hm.
It's difficult to say. At the moment, all Chrollo can know for sure is that Hisoka... doesn't want to be alone.]
...hm.
[He leans back on his palms.]
I might be a bit envious, actually. Perhaps.
I can't decide.
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You would. [A chuckle.] He thanked me afterwards, how peculiar.
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