[it's a great risk, he knows, inviting a self-confessed killer over, but in his own apartment, he knows where everything is. he knows where he's hidden weapons if need be, he knows how to safely get out of a few of the windows. it's also a psychological advantage - it's his territory, so he won't be the one out of place.
easy to slip back to this line of thinking, he wonders. easy to calculate with the same cold efficiency he might judge and discard fabric with. just in case, he deletes the message and the history of the call from his phone.
Hisoka's let in through the front door, and when Chrollo actually answers the door of his apartment, he's wearing the same neutral expression he'd left with earlier in the day. granted, his style's more casual - t shirt instead of turtleneck, scarf around his forehead less neat and more thrown on - but the air around him is such that the differences might as well not even be there.]
You got here quick...shoes off, if it's not a hassle.
[when he lets Hisoka inside, he'll be the one to shut the door. surprisingly, Chrollo's place isn't some sort of gothic cave - it's warmer, a place that feels more like a home than it might even if things are modern with windows that look towards the city, books idly scattered around - one there, a pair over there. the one peculiarity is that there are no photos. where they might be, a few places in frames, there are small artworks instead. no indication of what might be there either.]
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easy to slip back to this line of thinking, he wonders. easy to calculate with the same cold efficiency he might judge and discard fabric with. just in case, he deletes the message and the history of the call from his phone.
Hisoka's let in through the front door, and when Chrollo actually answers the door of his apartment, he's wearing the same neutral expression he'd left with earlier in the day. granted, his style's more casual - t shirt instead of turtleneck, scarf around his forehead less neat and more thrown on - but the air around him is such that the differences might as well not even be there.]
You got here quick...shoes off, if it's not a hassle.
[when he lets Hisoka inside, he'll be the one to shut the door. surprisingly, Chrollo's place isn't some sort of gothic cave - it's warmer, a place that feels more like a home than it might even if things are modern with windows that look towards the city, books idly scattered around - one there, a pair over there. the one peculiarity is that there are no photos. where they might be, a few places in frames, there are small artworks instead. no indication of what might be there either.]