[The implication that he's predictable bothers him. It wouldn't really normally but, Chrollo saying that just makes him feel more annoyed with the night.]
[He stares up at the ceiling for a long moment before-
pulling in a deep breath.]
You sound so disappointed. [Sigh.] Your curiosity- perhaps it's as bad as mine. [Considering he allowed this to happen due to it...]
It was- far away. Does it matter anymore- [Another pause, breathing in deep through his nose.] When I was a boy.
When the second person that took care of me died. [Stares up, his face blank.]
[Irrelevant- why would he then. Ah- but then- doesn't he do the same? Idle chat and all. Why is he relenting this information. He doesn't really feel anything saying it, he has no desire to share. But the more he feels those eyes on him he can't help it. They don't oppress him, make him feel like he needs to.]
[Maybe he's starting to enjoy the way they look when he pleases the other man. When he's focusing on him.]
[He would've had to, having arrived in Meteor City as early as he did. Most infants that found themselves thrown away with the rest were accepted, just as the trash was. Families that weren't families, blood disconnected. But anyone that grew from Meteor City had to be tended to for a while.]
[Even if a short while.]
Not for very long. I was seven.
[Seven when the second one died. They were old. Of course they died, they were weak, just like he was a that age. Sigh.]
[He only remembers them because they started it. Started this constant need to stay away from weakness. Those two people. Rotting when they found him, rotting when he had the mind enough to even acknowledge them, rotted away and weak and pointless. Worth nothing- no, worth only due to their place getting him of age enough to handle himself before they died.]
[He hardly remembered them before, not till that memory was yanked up from under him. And even the small amount he had kept in his mind, it was only there to remind him. Remind him that he wasn't like them. Wasn't like that trash heap. Why he never looked back, why he never acknowledged it, because it had nothing to do with him.]
Hn~ [A smirk, glancing down, eyes wide.][Pulling his smirk wider, a grin, eyes bright.]
I would. Yes- of course I would. [Puckers his lips.]
I'd be sad if you left me though.
[Means it too, is being coy but- he does mean it. Not even in a personal or sentimental way. Chrollo was impressive, beautiful. Should he die- actually die- should he leave this place. he's not sure how he'd react.]
[Well of course it's implied he dies any other way than by Hisoka himself. Gosh.]
I've been favouring later.
[Pushes to stand up finally, sighing, turning to start through the room and move to the bathroom.]
[Being in Chrollo's place strangely helps as well, Chrollo with him or not. He- certainly has a fond memory of this place already to fall into. Even gets a small shiver from him for a moment.]
[...well, funny enough, that doesn't surprise him. He could tell Hisoka was... wavering? Is that the right word for it? Maybe not, but it's what comes to mind.]
Have you?
[He sounds a little blandly unsurprised, but maybe a bit curious, too.]
And here I thought you felt you'd waited long enough.
I did till you showed up with a blank book. [Smirks, looking down, sly, over his shoulder but not really at him. a hand setting on his hip.]
We'll write it together. [He chuckles low to himself, dropping his hands to his sides again.] All the way to an ending, you and I. [Now excuse him while goes to wash his face. Try to cool off any left over burn in his skin from earlier.]
In fact, Chrollo could use the silence, the moment away from him. Because when he thinks of an "end..." it makes him a little sick.
Not death, not at all - death is nothing to him, and it was even before he arrived in a place where death is literally nothing. But ending things between them...
...
He stares down for a moment, and then takes a breath and stands.]
It should be interesting, at least... however things go between now and then.
[Silence, and he'll get it, besides the close of a door, the muted rush of water. Hisoka sighs, closing his eyes as he splashes cold water against his face, hands cold against porcelain, leaning over the sink. The sound of the faucet rushes in his ears, feeling drops of water slip down his face.]
[He's not really thinking about what he was saying. About his past. Infact- when he spoke of it then, he wasn't thoughtful at all, was focused more on Chrollo and his reactions, his words, than his own thoughts. How strange. To be so intrigued by someone that your entire mind, your whole focus was on them.]
[An end he said.]
[Recollecting it now, only seconds ago- an end.]
[He smiles, chuckling to himself as he turns the faucet off and moves to unbutton his shirt. He had none in mind. No end, no finale. Besides a fight no- Hisoka hadn't planned on that being the end, not if it was here, not anymore. He assumed it was for a while but this far in? As much as he wants him now, he'd continue to pursue him after his own death or Chrollos. There was no way he wouldn't. He drops the shirt, glancing down and laces fingers over the slight left overs of marks from not long ago, smirking to himself.]
[If he was to be here with that man, he'd take from him as long as he was able.]
[The door will open soon, his hair slightly wet, sticking to his face, expression blank. He looks up, glancing to where Chrollo might be now.]
[Well, it's probably not overly surprising to find that Chrollo has taken the time to get rid of his shirt and put on a robe, not to mention shed off the bandage covering his forehead.
Even less surprising to find that he's currently standing by the bookshelf, flipping through some book.
He looks up when Hisoka returns, though, and even gives a little smile.]
[A smile. He steps over, taking no time in between finding him and going to tangle his arms around his waist, hunching to set his head on a shoulder. To turn it, tuck it into his neck.]
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You would. [A chuckle.] He thanked me afterwards, how peculiar.
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[Even to him. they'd promised one another an exchange of stories once but... well. that was cut a bit short.]
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[And here you are. Chrollo smiles... very slightly. Softly, looking up at him.]
And I still want to know about you.
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Hmph.
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[He knudges Hisoka's knee a little.]
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[He stares up at the ceiling for a long moment before-
pulling in a deep breath.]
You sound so disappointed. [Sigh.] Your curiosity- perhaps it's as bad as mine. [Considering he allowed this to happen due to it...]
It was- far away. Does it matter anymore- [Another pause, breathing in deep through his nose.] When I was a boy.
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Does it matter? I don't know. Does it have to?
Even if it's irrelevant... I still want to know.
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[Irrelevant- why would he then. Ah- but then- doesn't he do the same? Idle chat and all. Why is he relenting this information. He doesn't really feel anything saying it, he has no desire to share. But the more he feels those eyes on him he can't help it. They don't oppress him, make him feel like he needs to.]
[Maybe he's starting to enjoy the way they look when he pleases the other man. When he's focusing on him.]
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[Of course that's unpleasant. Chrollo tips his head up a little.]
Of course you would have caretakers... [although, oddly enough, he hadn't thought of that.] Hm.
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[Even if a short while.]
Not for very long. I was seven.
[Seven when the second one died. They were old. Of course they died, they were weak, just like he was a that age. Sigh.]
I think.
[Somewhere around six. Younger than those boys.]
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...thought of it.
Maybe because he doesn't remember his own caretakers. As long as he can remember, it was him and his circle of friends.]
...such a loss. I'm sorry?
[A question because he's not sure how welcome the sympathy will be... and he's sure Hisoka won't be willing to admit that it troubles him.]
I can imagine it.
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[He hardly remembered them before, not till that memory was yanked up from under him. And even the small amount he had kept in his mind, it was only there to remind him. Remind him that he wasn't like them. Wasn't like that trash heap. Why he never looked back, why he never acknowledged it, because it had nothing to do with him.]
Hn~ [A smirk, glancing down, eyes wide.][Pulling his smirk wider, a grin, eyes bright.]
I lost nothing.
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...you would say that.
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I would. Yes- of course I would. [Puckers his lips.]
I'd be sad if you left me though.
[Means it too, is being coy but- he does mean it. Not even in a personal or sentimental way. Chrollo was impressive, beautiful. Should he die- actually die- should he leave this place. he's not sure how he'd react.]
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Well. I don't intend to die any time soon. Although I suppose that partially depends on you.
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I've been favouring later.
[Pushes to stand up finally, sighing, turning to start through the room and move to the bathroom.]
[Being in Chrollo's place strangely helps as well, Chrollo with him or not. He- certainly has a fond memory of this place already to fall into. Even gets a small shiver from him for a moment.]
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Have you?
[He sounds a little blandly unsurprised, but maybe a bit curious, too.]
And here I thought you felt you'd waited long enough.
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We'll write it together. [He chuckles low to himself, dropping his hands to his sides again.] All the way to an ending, you and I. [Now excuse him while goes to wash his face. Try to cool off any left over burn in his skin from earlier.]
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In fact, Chrollo could use the silence, the moment away from him. Because when he thinks of an "end..." it makes him a little sick.
Not death, not at all - death is nothing to him, and it was even before he arrived in a place where death is literally nothing. But ending things between them...
...
He stares down for a moment, and then takes a breath and stands.]
It should be interesting, at least... however things go between now and then.
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[He's not really thinking about what he was saying. About his past. Infact- when he spoke of it then, he wasn't thoughtful at all, was focused more on Chrollo and his reactions, his words, than his own thoughts. How strange. To be so intrigued by someone that your entire mind, your whole focus was on them.]
[An end he said.]
[Recollecting it now, only seconds ago- an end.]
[He smiles, chuckling to himself as he turns the faucet off and moves to unbutton his shirt. He had none in mind. No end, no finale. Besides a fight no- Hisoka hadn't planned on that being the end, not if it was here, not anymore. He assumed it was for a while but this far in? As much as he wants him now, he'd continue to pursue him after his own death or Chrollos. There was no way he wouldn't. He drops the shirt, glancing down and laces fingers over the slight left overs of marks from not long ago, smirking to himself.]
[If he was to be here with that man, he'd take from him as long as he was able.]
[The door will open soon, his hair slightly wet, sticking to his face, expression blank. He looks up, glancing to where Chrollo might be now.]
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Even less surprising to find that he's currently standing by the bookshelf, flipping through some book.
He looks up when Hisoka returns, though, and even gives a little smile.]
Don't you look fresh?
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[A smile. He steps over, taking no time in between finding him and going to tangle his arms around his waist, hunching to set his head on a shoulder. To turn it, tuck it into his neck.]
[Fresh, yes, his face and hair are cold.]
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