[ "some kind of murderer"—oh, he's hurt. ♥ but hisoka lets chrollo leave without comment, only smiling and crushing the rose in one fist, thorned stem and all.
later that night, standing on the rooftop of the building he's currently living in, hisoka calls chrollo. it's not so late that it's improper to call, but it's getting there. ]
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later that night, standing on the rooftop of the building he's currently living in, hisoka calls chrollo. it's not so late that it's improper to call, but it's getting there. ]