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OPEN SEASON 2.
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3. gotta go fast.
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[the smile from earlier's gone by now, and Chrollo pulls on his jacket before continuing.]
What held you up earlier? I nearly told everyone you got sick and we'd have to regroup.
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Other pursuits, I'm afraid. ♦ I lost track of time.
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Don't do it again. Next time, I might find it worthwhile to replace you.
[as much as it would pain him to lose that particular, striking look, his threats can't appear to be idle ones. that he hadn't called in someone else to do the shoot was gracious enough. but Chrollo's lying about all of that. Hisoka hasn't been replaced yet, even if his actions would have gotten him dropped long ago. and that he carries off Chrollo's work without complaining about it...there's something to be said for it.]
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You could never.
[ he's still taller than chrollo, even not back in his heels. but he makes an effort not to loom, standing just far away enough that chrollo can look at him without craning his neck. ]
I'm valuable to you, as you are to me. ♥ [ hisoka extends the rose to him, again, to his lips. ]
Would you really like to know, Mr. Lucilfer, what I was doing?
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Mr. Lucilfer. so he's being serious.]
I would.
[even if it's absolute nonsense, he wants the facts.]
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Well... [ he turns the rose, spinning the stem between his fingers so that the petals brush against his lips. ] ...I have another occupation, you see. A job and a pastime. ♦
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[reaching up, he holds the rose still, not taking it but not allowing Hisoka to spin it anymore. maybe, if he lets go, Chrollo will take it again. (he will.)]
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You may ask, of course. ♦ And I'll tell you.
[ only after a long pause, though. ]
Do you know how it feels to end a person?
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before he turns away, letting go of the rose, shoving his hands in his pockets and striding away to leave.]
If you're trying to tell me your other job is being some kind of murderer, I don't buy it. Call me later if you want to tell me the truth.
[he needs time to calm down, anyway. time to reassure himself that old fears were baseless, that there was no possible way. that everything was left behind to rot and was nothing more than old bones now. his entire image was built on secrets. ones only he held the key to. paranoia had never seized him in the past, and he doesn't intend on letting it do so now.
home. that's where he'll be able to relax.]
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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. ]
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It's me.
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Were you upset with me when you left? ♠
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If I was upset with you, Hisoka, you'd know it.
[unsettled, yes, but not upset.]
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I didn't lie. ♦
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You think I'm going to believe that.
[except that, in the pit of his stomach, he knows he does. if it was true for him, why not Hisoka? it would go a way towards explaining that unnatural pull he had.]
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he takes a moment to calm down before replying. ]
You don't have to. But you already do.
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[exhaling slowly, Chrollo walks over to the living room window, phone to his ear.
pity it's so much harder here to make someone disappear. especially someone with a recognizable face. (he could never, would never, it'd be too likely it'd be him that ended up gone, he needed that look, but the impulse is strong even if it's been years.)
this isn't a conversation he wants to have over the phone. this isn't a conversation he wants to have at all, but definitely not over the phone.]
Or is it just one of your predictions?
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[ because they're not really predictions, they're statements based on observations careful understanding. and he's good at it. ♦ ]
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...Let's say you're telling the truth. Why would you tell me where anyone could overhear?
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Hold on.
[the line goes dead, but not a minute after that, there's a text that comes through for Hisoka - an address, actually, and under that one line.]
This isn't a conversation for cell phones.
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he could, of course, use a burner phone, but why turn down an invitation from chrollo himself? hisoka sends him back a smiley face.
the address isn't that close, but hisoka shows up within half an hour, dressed in a fresh set of clothes (a few shades of blue), and holding a bottle of good wine. ]
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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.]
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[ a joke, of course, and with a sardonic edge, considering hisoka had made chrollo and the rest of his crew wait earlier today.
but he takes his shoes off at the door without a fuss. he offers the wine to chrollo (the cork is sealed with wax), then walks past him to explore the room. ]
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it's clean, quiet. a place for someone living on their own who was fully accustomed to doing so. modest without being minimal, color drawn in by the covers of the books and the choices in art. by the book closest to the couch is a still warm mug of coffee - what Hisoka'd roused him from with the phone call.]
Not what you expected?
[the question comes when he returns, taking in the odd sight of Hisoka - bright, eye catching Hisoka - in his space.]
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