[Frankly... it does mean he has more power, doesn't it? More power to affect Chrollo, to toss him around as they once said. But even if that was the way of the time, things have changed so much in recent weeks... Chrollo barely thinks of it in the same way as he did. Although he sometimes wishes he could.]
[It would be easier, if nothing else.]
[But... complicated feelings. He feels... raw, a little. Strange how much of himself was hidden underneath those four words - Is that a problem? If someone asked him the same thing, he wouldn't be sure either.]
[He lets Hisoka tip his head up... and it's always a little grating when he's posed that way. But he's used to that particular gesture, and moreover... processing those words.
I treat everyone as appropriate. [The edge of his mouth quirks up a little.] For good or ill.
[Which just means... yes, he's...fond of Hisoka. And that means...]
...don't get yourself killed.
[Of course he knows Hisoka can't make that promise - couldn't even if he were inclined to, which is unlikely. But even so.]
[There's a faint smile on his face that could mean a number of things. The control he feels like he has now is pleasing, near intoxicating. To know he has sway over a man like this, a man he's always wanted some control over, to have in a way that satisfied him. The smile could mean its funny, for that same reason.]
[It could mean he, just likes to hear it, is fond of this person. As fond as Chrollo is, or just near it.]
[It could mean a lot, it- does mean a lot. A smile near soft, eyelids lows, fingers just barely touching his face now. Ah- but he can't help bit laugh, smiling wider as his hands both move down, pressing at the small space of ground just between their groins. Hisoka leans in, down, and puckers his lips a little as he brushes his nose against Chrollo's.]
Will I. Could I even die if I tried?
[A heavy gaze now, his body slack but- tense. Thinking of it.]
Were I to get myself killed, the chances of it being by you ranks higher than most.
[...why is Hisoka so disarmingly cute sometimes? The thing about that is, it's very endearing... but it's also a little thought provoking. Because Chrollo is familiar enough with Hisoka's personality by now to know that there's something... else going on there. The bizarrely barren living quarters, the dead expression he has at times, the way his voice changes when he's without artifice and show... it's all very... strange and at odds with his flamboyant presentation.
Which isn't to say that Chrollo considers it a false presentation, it's just that...
...it's not wholly honest either, is it?
Well, anyway. Chrollo tips his head back and kisses Hisoka's nose.]
[Well it wasn't a show of course. Just- the other side of the card. Hisoka was perfectly capable of becoming serious should he have to be, Chrollo's seen- moments of it, though not the extremes of it. His voice, his posture and sly grace, it was natural just- honest but- dishonest. A truth, but not the whole truth. Hisoka often did it though, he's 'excited' for more than he appears to be in a lot of situations. Though he hides it behind a calm, smile. He's spent years eager over this man and yet hiding it while he sat with him and his 'legs'. He's done this around many people, in many situations.]
[Flamboyant, yes, but perfectly capable of all emotions- even though he- seemed almost completely disconnected from a few of them.]
[He's still a person, still prone to feelings a range.][A range like. Contemplative- even- thoughtful at the word. Afraid of dying? Death? Chrollo killing him? Hisoka wasn't scared of death. But he didn't accept it like Chrollo did. He didn't walk with death as a friend. Hisoka's aware of his mortality, it's what made a fight to the death fun, that possible gamble, the stakes. He wasn't an idiot unaware of how he may die one day. But he wasn't hand in hand with it.]
[So then- wasn't that proof that he was scared of it?]
[In some way?]
[That he was so confident of his own continuance, of coming out on top that he never thought of death- never needed to- because he didn't have to being that confident? Was avoiding accepting it fully as a possibility fear?]
[His smile is still there, though small, eyes looking down, staring at Chrollo's lips before he moves in and kisses him. Quiet, soft, closing his eyes for a moment and not- saying anything. He's not about to be honest with him, but- isn't about to lie either. For some reason not really responding feels like the best response.]
[Ah, people and their multifaceted personalities. For him, these things can be simultaneously fascinating and a little confusing - because he is given to artifice, demarcation of roles, division of personality types and presentations and sides... but for him, it's always a rather clean break. And always for a purpose.
Hisoka's changes seem to be based mostly on the feeling of the moment... which is rather foreign to Chrollo. But.
Even as he returns that kiss - softly, listening to Hisoka's breath - he wonders. Hisoka... always makes him wonder. Leaves him unsure. It's fair to say that's part of what attracted him to begin with. But right now...
That silence almost feels like disagreement.
It's funny, really. Chrollo suspects the chances of him killing Hisoka are near zero - not because he can't but because he... can't. So, as far as he can tell... there's not much to be afraid of.]
Chhhuuu~ [Hums against his lips, pulling away with a sound before he- flops back on his back and stretches. So thoughtful and now he's- away from it completely. Legs squeezing at Chrollo's sides slightly as he elongates his arms up- a little further than they should go before snapping back softly.]
[He goes still, breathing in deep and looks up through the leaves again. Before he passed out- it was dark- ah.]
Hm. [Ah, not long at all then, good. He moves, pushing himself up off the ground and dusts off his pants. Probably should stop laying around in where ever the fuck this is Pennsylvania. He's healed, clothes fixed. Nothing else to do.]
[He starts to walk- adjusts his flats, and continues, sighing as he moves from the lightly tree shrouded area to more of a field, in the direction of a small gas station you pass on the way from here to the main road.]
[His eyes slim, bright, and for a moment he closes his eyes tight, breathing in and starts to move again, the long grass rushing against his legs. There's- definitely signs of the fight. area cratered in, a long stretch of tosses up ground like something was shot in some- beam or thrust, areas where the grass it just broken and moved or overturned with dirt. Definitely happened- ah, some blood too definitely.]
[Hisoka's quiet for now though. Very- content, actually. Content and no longer passed out.]
[He's rather ahead of him, not too far though, pushing his legs through the high, gold grass and slowly getting used to how bright it's getting. He hears him though and laughs, turning to glance back.]
Would you? I do put on a good show. I did quite a bit in Heavens Arena. [A good many times too. He's was a returning fighter there after all. Hisoka had a room in that tower for ever.]
As soon as I find a worthwhile opponent for that, I'll let you know. Though- [A breath, his eyes glazing over as he stares off for a moment, still.]
A sanctuary for people like me. [A smile, closing his eyes for a moment, reminiscing silently.]
I inspired such ambitious rivals, I almost miss it. [Poor Kastro...]
Yes, I was able to get a better idea of what he's capable of. It seems he's just as interested in sparring as I am as well, so it shouldn't be a problem getting more from him. [Glancing back of his shoulder, continuing to walk.]
Should you want to watch. Can you fit an entire staff into that book? Or I could get something else from him. [Smiles, slim, dark.]
[Sorry, was he jealous a second ago? Now he's just thinking about the Powers. Congratulations, Hisoka, you've discovered the reroute angst button in Chrollo's head.]
I could, yes. The object simply disappears, after all. It's much more convenient than the original restrictions, actually.
[And then he looks at Hisoka.]
This world could use an arena like that. Not that I would go, but it would at least keep you from plummeting into boredom.
You could technically take an entire house as well? That's almost a power in an of itself.
What a shame. [No arena, yeah, he- feels the same about it.] I've done well to keep entertained so far. [Another look, sly, turning to lift a hand and point at him. Should Chrollo not think to dodge, he'll be yanked forward a few steps only a moment after the gesture.]
[Now he's thinking about that. Enough that he in fact... does not think to dodge. Which means when he opens his mouth to respond, he... is suddenly jerked forward instead. Eeek!]
Ah! Ah. Hm.
[Side-eying Hisoka so much.]
...your thanks have been substantial, yes. Although you could also show it by no longer yanking me around!
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[It would be easier, if nothing else.]
[But... complicated feelings. He feels... raw, a little. Strange how much of himself was hidden underneath those four words - Is that a problem? If someone asked him the same thing, he wouldn't be sure either.]
[He lets Hisoka tip his head up... and it's always a little grating when he's posed that way. But he's used to that particular gesture, and moreover... processing those words.
I treat everyone as appropriate. [The edge of his mouth quirks up a little.] For good or ill.
[Which just means... yes, he's...fond of Hisoka. And that means...]
...don't get yourself killed.
[Of course he knows Hisoka can't make that promise - couldn't even if he were inclined to, which is unlikely. But even so.]
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[It could mean he, just likes to hear it, is fond of this person. As fond as Chrollo is, or just near it.]
[It could mean a lot, it- does mean a lot. A smile near soft, eyelids lows, fingers just barely touching his face now. Ah- but he can't help bit laugh, smiling wider as his hands both move down, pressing at the small space of ground just between their groins. Hisoka leans in, down, and puckers his lips a little as he brushes his nose against Chrollo's.]
Will I. Could I even die if I tried?
[A heavy gaze now, his body slack but- tense. Thinking of it.]
Were I to get myself killed, the chances of it being by you ranks higher than most.
How scary for me~
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Which isn't to say that Chrollo considers it a false presentation, it's just that...
...it's not wholly honest either, is it?
Well, anyway. Chrollo tips his head back and kisses Hisoka's nose.]
Liar. You're not afraid.
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[Flamboyant, yes, but perfectly capable of all emotions- even though he- seemed almost completely disconnected from a few of them.]
[He's still a person, still prone to feelings a range.][A range like. Contemplative- even- thoughtful at the word. Afraid of dying? Death? Chrollo killing him? Hisoka wasn't scared of death. But he didn't accept it like Chrollo did. He didn't walk with death as a friend. Hisoka's aware of his mortality, it's what made a fight to the death fun, that possible gamble, the stakes. He wasn't an idiot unaware of how he may die one day. But he wasn't hand in hand with it.]
[So then- wasn't that proof that he was scared of it?]
[In some way?]
[That he was so confident of his own continuance, of coming out on top that he never thought of death- never needed to- because he didn't have to being that confident? Was avoiding accepting it fully as a possibility fear?]
[His smile is still there, though small, eyes looking down, staring at Chrollo's lips before he moves in and kisses him. Quiet, soft, closing his eyes for a moment and not- saying anything. He's not about to be honest with him, but- isn't about to lie either. For some reason not really responding feels like the best response.]
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Hisoka's changes seem to be based mostly on the feeling of the moment... which is rather foreign to Chrollo. But.
Even as he returns that kiss - softly, listening to Hisoka's breath - he wonders. Hisoka... always makes him wonder. Leaves him unsure. It's fair to say that's part of what attracted him to begin with. But right now...
That silence almost feels like disagreement.
It's funny, really. Chrollo suspects the chances of him killing Hisoka are near zero - not because he can't but because he... can't. So, as far as he can tell... there's not much to be afraid of.]
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[He goes still, breathing in deep and looks up through the leaves again. Before he passed out- it was dark- ah.]
What day is it?
[He- was only asleep for a night, right?]
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Hmm. Wednesday the 11th.
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Off to new adventures?
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[From his stomach.]
Breakfast, actually.
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[Well. Probably not. The food here is pretty non-lethal.]
[okok finally standing up.]
Try not to get into any brawls on the way.
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There's a dinner my bus passed perhaps two miles from here if you can keep up? Or do night owls even eat breakfast?
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...that's not. unappealing.]
Admittedly, I haven't eaten yet. I'm amenable.
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[He starts to walk- adjusts his flats, and continues, sighing as he moves from the lightly tree shrouded area to more of a field, in the direction of a small gas station you pass on the way from here to the main road.]
[His eyes slim, bright, and for a moment he closes his eyes tight, breathing in and starts to move again, the long grass rushing against his legs. There's- definitely signs of the fight. area cratered in, a long stretch of tosses up ground like something was shot in some- beam or thrust, areas where the grass it just broken and moved or overturned with dirt. Definitely happened- ah, some blood too definitely.]
[Hisoka's quiet for now though. Very- content, actually. Content and no longer passed out.]
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A little worrying, but also exhilarating. Intriguing. He glances over at Hisoka.]
I want to see you fight one day.
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Would you? I do put on a good show. I did quite a bit in Heavens Arena. [A good many times too. He's was a returning fighter there after all. Hisoka had a room in that tower for ever.]
As soon as I find a worthwhile opponent for that, I'll let you know. Though- [A breath, his eyes glazing over as he stares off for a moment, still.]
I should get to fight Lancer again... [Hnn...]
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[Why bother? Why fight for the sake of fighting? But... he'd watch. He'd watch Hisoka, for certain.
...
Maybe not fighting Lancer, though, because now he's a little jealous.]
Mm. I remember you mentioned that one to me before.
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I inspired such ambitious rivals, I almost miss it. [Poor Kastro...]
Yes, I was able to get a better idea of what he's capable of. It seems he's just as interested in sparring as I am as well, so it shouldn't be a problem getting more from him. [Glancing back of his shoulder, continuing to walk.]
Should you want to watch. Can you fit an entire staff into that book? Or I could get something else from him. [Smiles, slim, dark.]
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I could, yes. The object simply disappears, after all. It's much more convenient than the original restrictions, actually.
[And then he looks at Hisoka.]
This world could use an arena like that. Not that I would go, but it would at least keep you from plummeting into boredom.
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You could technically take an entire house as well? That's almost a power in an of itself.
What a shame. [No arena, yeah, he- feels the same about it.] I've done well to keep entertained so far. [Another look, sly, turning to lift a hand and point at him. Should Chrollo not think to dodge, he'll be yanked forward a few steps only a moment after the gesture.]
I hope I've shown my thanks enough~
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[Now he's thinking about that. Enough that he in fact... does not think to dodge. Which means when he opens his mouth to respond, he... is suddenly jerked forward instead. Eeek!]
Ah! Ah. Hm.
[Side-eying Hisoka so much.]
...your thanks have been substantial, yes. Although you could also show it by no longer yanking me around!
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Such a troublesome man.
[And yet so endearing. Chrollo glances down.]
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Mmn- but you like it- besides- [Eyes slim, bowing his head, his lips glide softly over Chrollo's cheek.]
I really am, very thankful~
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Ah, what would the others say....
[Hell, what would Uvo say. But he's not going to worry about that. Just... close his eyes a little, and let Hisoka brush his lips against his cheek.
...for a moment before Chrollo tugs Hisoka's hair to hold him in place and kisses him.]
I know you are.