[ the pair appear to be having some kind of rendezvous inside the room. even with the door mostly closed, hisoka can hear some murmurs. no moans, though.
he's focusing, but he hears the rustling of other fabric and lifts his head to look.
ah, chrollo. black on black among the bright blooms of people dressing to attract attention, a shadow slightly too dark to blend in.
hisoka smiles and crooks a finger. come over here. ]
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he's focusing, but he hears the rustling of other fabric and lifts his head to look.
ah, chrollo. black on black among the bright blooms of people dressing to attract attention, a shadow slightly too dark to blend in.
hisoka smiles and crooks a finger. come over here. ]