[he doesn't flinch when the woman walks out, his eyes only following her for a second before looking inside, and so he sees the entire affair plain as day happen in front of him.
so that's what this is about.
part of him knows that he should be repulsed, should fall back and run and conceal himself in the crowd before he could let someone know about what happened. but where all of that should be, where should be exists...there's nothing. there's noting his technique, admiring the efficiency, a feeling in his hands that has him thinking what it would be like to do it himself (and he remembers, but memories aren't the same as knowing, and he'd promised himself he wouldn't), there's the look in his eyes of a strange wonder. not the fear of someone about to run or the disgust of a person who didn't understand.
Hisoka had said not to move, but it was Chrollo who'd barely breathed, exhaling when he realized that he'd unconsciously been holding his breath to be silent. and now that the man is dead, and the woman is gone, there shouldn't be a problem if he moves inside the room and shuts the door softly, just in case someone else was to come that direction. but give him a second before he manages to sort his thoughts out enough to make some witty enough comment on this state of events.]
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so that's what this is about.
part of him knows that he should be repulsed, should fall back and run and conceal himself in the crowd before he could let someone know about what happened. but where all of that should be, where should be exists...there's nothing. there's noting his technique, admiring the efficiency, a feeling in his hands that has him thinking what it would be like to do it himself (and he remembers, but memories aren't the same as knowing, and he'd promised himself he wouldn't), there's the look in his eyes of a strange wonder. not the fear of someone about to run or the disgust of a person who didn't understand.
Hisoka had said not to move, but it was Chrollo who'd barely breathed, exhaling when he realized that he'd unconsciously been holding his breath to be silent. and now that the man is dead, and the woman is gone, there shouldn't be a problem if he moves inside the room and shuts the door softly, just in case someone else was to come that direction. but give him a second before he manages to sort his thoughts out enough to make some witty enough comment on this state of events.]