[ hisoka makes no attempt to explain, even if it's a relatively simple job. if this negotiation goes south—which both he and his employer expect it will—he's to dispose of the other party.
chrollo being present may complicate things slightly, but as far as he's concerned it'll also make it more interesting. he mouths don't move just as the door of the room swings open and a tall woman with bright, wavy magenta hair and a dress with a trailing train stalks out. she glances at hisoka, expressionless, and fixes chrollo with a sharp glare before leaving the scene.
in the time it takes for her to walk down the hall, hisoka acts. he enters the room, drawing a blade from his sleeve, half-shuts the door behind himself (there's a confused hisoka? what— from inside) and drives the blade through the target's torso, up into his heart. what noises result are mostly muffled by hisoka holding his colorful scarf over the target's mouth and nose until he goes still and limp.
satisfaction and pure, burning pleasure suffuses through hisoka's chest, like a warm drink. he feels blood slip over his fingers and hums softly to himself.
a good kill. not as fun as it could have been, but good. ]
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chrollo being present may complicate things slightly, but as far as he's concerned it'll also make it more interesting. he mouths don't move just as the door of the room swings open and a tall woman with bright, wavy magenta hair and a dress with a trailing train stalks out. she glances at hisoka, expressionless, and fixes chrollo with a sharp glare before leaving the scene.
in the time it takes for her to walk down the hall, hisoka acts. he enters the room, drawing a blade from his sleeve, half-shuts the door behind himself (there's a confused hisoka? what— from inside) and drives the blade through the target's torso, up into his heart. what noises result are mostly muffled by hisoka holding his colorful scarf over the target's mouth and nose until he goes still and limp.
satisfaction and pure, burning pleasure suffuses through hisoka's chest, like a warm drink. he feels blood slip over his fingers and hums softly to himself.
a good kill. not as fun as it could have been, but good. ]