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[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.]

[cephalothorax]

Considering where my mind just went, I can certainly say I've known you too long.

[And then a... pause.

...a pause of quite a bit actually, as he seems to be having some trouble getting it to work.

And then, finally.]

I had no idea it was so difficult to move one's hand without one's wrist.

[debauchewy]

well, since ur mind is already there, u certainly move ur hand without ur wrist when u grab a man intimately, right?

[cephalothorax]

"Grab a man intimately." Such delicate phrasing coming from you.

But yes, true.

[debauchewy]

would u prefer i b crude?

[cephalothorax]

I'm fine either way, really.

[...pause. and then.]

I think I normally move from the elbow actually. Assuming there's enough room to maneuver.

[debauchewy]

im aware.

did we want 2 go then?

[Impatience. Sugar.]

[cephalothorax]

Ah, right. The parfait. Certainly.

Ready at will.

[debauchewy]

[He'll wait for a bit... and then finally.]

well?

[Come outsiiide.]

[cephalothorax]

I thought you were coming in here!

[debauchewy]

its much quicker if we just leave this way.

come oooon. ♥

[cephalothorax]

Such an impatient man.

[But okok, he's getting up. And putting a shirt on, because when is Chrollo ever wearing a shirt when he doesn't need to?]

[debauchewy]

[He'll pocket his phone after that and just wait. Hands moving to the railing on either side of him, eyes closing, feeling a presence near him from behind. His smile spreads and he lifts his chin, facing the sky.]

I've been nothing but patient with you.