OPEN SEASON 2.

[crawly]

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[obscurant]

[ hisoka wants to reach out, right then, when chrollo leans against the glass, transparent and soft. so he did like it.

how beautiful. ]

I wish I could see that. ♦

[specialization]

Careful what you wish for, isn't that what they say?

[it's automatic, the reply, while he's mired in his own memories of what happened. how it had been the only recourse he could think of. how he knew no one would look at him, for him. the exact sound a person makes right before you cut their throat.]

[obscurant]

Will you grant my wishes, then? Chrollo.

[ hisoka draws his name out, even if it's not his turn to ask.

and when it comes to seeing it, chrollo expects he'll be able to get what he wants soon enough. this conversation is going well, in his opinion. ]

[specialization]

There's no reason for me to do it again.

[that one sentence is both a quiet not if I can help it as well as a small admittance. he did it for a reason, not for pure pleasure. something was behind it for him to move. as it is, everything in his life right now can be resolved without killing.]

I doubt that will change.

[obscurant]

[ he says that, but hisoka has no doubt that he'll be able to change it.

but he doesn't push it any more, simply steps away and goes back to his wine. he swirls it in the glass, not drinking. ]

Now, any questions left for me?

[specialization]

None that you won't answer in time.

[he steps back from the glass, but where he goes is back to how he was before Hisoka even called him. back to sitting, picking up his book again. something peaceful, if not for the other man in the room. at least he's not kicking Hisoka out of his space before he decides he wants to leave. he brought wine, he's already taking his time, Chrollo doubts he'd be able to move him if he tried. the most he can do is quietly accept it.]

[obscurant]

[ hisoka does take his time, since he's not being directly kicked out. anyway, he wants to look around. casually, socked feet quiet on the ground, hisoka wanders about chrollo's apartment, sipping at the wine.

(from time to time the slight burn of alcohol is necessary to distract him from other urges.)

eventually he's gleaned what he can from the room and comes to one of the doorways that leads deeper into the apartment. hisoka pauses there, but even if chrollo does speak he steps through. ]

[specialization]

[for its homey interior, it reveals surprisingly little about a personal life. tastes in decor and literature, sure, but the sheer variety of books has no coherent theme, and if everything wasn't naturally disorganized, it'd almost look fake.

(that's intentional, he'd cleaned up when he was waiting for Hisoka, a quick pass through to remove much of himself from the place. no wayward notes jotted to himself, his coat actually put in the closet instead of tossed aside like it usually was, music turned off. things hidden even in plain sight. all deliberate.)

by the time Hisoka's moving to go further, he's gotten absorbed in a paragraph and doesn't see him go until a few seconds have passed, at which point he actually gets up to follow him so he can stand in front of the last door that will lead to his bedroom, blocking Hisoka from going in that way. the only other doors lead to a bathroom, a closet, and a washer and dryer. very boring.]

If you wanted a tour, you should have said.

[obscurant]

[ is the closet full of black clothes.. ]

Will you show me everything?

[ hisoka has stopped, but leans forward to chrollo, one hand behind his back and the other still holding the wineglass. ]

[specialization]

[it has black coats, yes, but there's also a red one. which Chrollo never wears and yet never gets rid of. leave him alone for his fashion taste.]

Do you need to see everything?

[that's his space, more so than anywhere else. he's not going to just open it for anyone to look at.]

[obscurant]

Is that such a sin? ♦

[ and they know all about sin. ]

[specialization]

I don't know about it being a sin, but I know there's nothing interesting in that room.

[which is a poor way to phrase it when he's over there keeping it blocked off but...]

Why do you want to see it, anyway?

[obscurant]

Nothing?

[ nothing at all? hisoka doubts that, he really does. ]

Simple curiosity. ♦ What's wrong with that?

[specialization]

It's my room.

[the way he says it, it's so mild it could be stating the obvious. but the look in his eyes says differently - really, Hisoka, first you delay the photo shoot and then you want to see his bedroom? it's a bit much for one day, in his humble opinion, and he sees no reason to step aside.]

[obscurant]

[ hisoka makes eye contact with him, soft smile going sharp at the edges. ]

Another night, then. ♣

[ he pulls back, finally returning to the door. he's mostly done with his glass of wine. ]

[specialization]

[and when Hisoka leaves, Chrollo can finally relax again.

he keeps the wine, though. the same way he would have kept the rose if he hadn't needed to seem so disbelieving.

at least work goes smoothly enough for the next several weeks. it's enough that he can bury himself in it, drown out thoughts that aren't dealing with getting things in order, making looks perfect, sewing things into place. work is fine, his personal life is fine - no one's manifesting out of the dark to whisper hello, and so he thinks the strange incident, as he thinks of it, can be set aside.

the event he has to go to is one of those where it's better to make an appearance than to not, where some were swanning about in bright colors and grabbed all the attention. one hour, maybe two, is all he plans for. not that he's unsociable, hardly, but with everyone notable already people he's accounted for and he's certain to see at other times, the best he can get out of this is reputation. it's the done thing.

Chrollo is one of those who shows up in black, a more formal version of what he usually wears, and it helps him pass through easily. chatting, laughing at the right moments, telling himself to ignore a certain presence he noted on the other side of the room while he holds court on this one. when Hisoka gets involved, it always tends to end up complicated, he stays out twice as long as he means to, and occasionally he has to make excuses on the man's behalf. it's easier when he stays away.

which is why his luck, naturally, has someone asking Hisoka to come over just as he's rising to make one more slow pass around the room and then depart. he can't not greet him, so it's with the distant smile he always wears that he does.]

I didn't know you decided to come.

[obscurant]

[ hisoka is decked out in pale pinks and soft creams, his hair a near-magenta to stand out against everything, but matching his nails. among the dark suits and bright dresses, hisoka still stands out.

he comes to chrollo's table at a decent clip, stopping right by his seat. ]

I was invited.

[ he rests his hand on the tabletop, drawing his hand along over to chrollo's glass even while he turns to greet and say hello to the other people at the table. ]

[specialization]

[if you didn't know better, Hisoka would simply look artistic. if you did, the effect is not unlike some sort of poisonous orchid blooming at night, Chrollo thinks as he makes no moves to stop Hisoka taking his glass. it's not like Chrollo's been touching it much, anyway, Hisoka can have it. and besides, none of this changes his mind about leaving soon - all the more reason to get rid of it.]

And I hope you've been having a pleasant night.

[he'll at least wait until Hisoka's said his greetings before moving away, drifting off as smoothly as he arrived. no, really, he can't stay longer, but he hopes everyone is doing fine, we'll talk later. stock lines, easy as breathing to dispense out around the room as he moves through them all almost too easily. before he comes back and has to make the declaration that he really is leaving to everyone, but it was good to see them. no one feel obliged to leave on his account. he has to retrieve his coat from the back before he goes, though.]

[obscurant]

[ hisoka has conversations, brief and mostly fleeting. people like to look at him, but not usually from so close up.

it's actually happenstance that he follows chrollo. someone else is going towards the coatroom, with his target—probably planning to abscond to a private location.

hisoka follows, disappearing out of the crowd despite his colors. he moves past the coatroom doorway, following the pair down the hall to a corner room. ]

[specialization]

[it's movement he sees out of the corner of his eye, and curiosity is what it is. taking his coat with him, instead of turning to go and actually leave like he planned, he goes in the direction of the movement - it could be nothing, it could be something. but he moves and keeps his footsteps light, just peering around the corner into the room when he's close enough.

Hisoka? what was he sneaking around for?]

[obscurant]

[ 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. ]

[specialization]

[and because he's already resolved to follow curiosity, he does, still trying to minimize the sounds he's making with his movements. Chrollo knows nothing good can come out of this, that he's probably saying goodbye to a simpler evening, but he has to know, or it would burn under his skin for the next week and leave him dissatisfied for two.

whatever the others are saying, it's something where one of them is annoyed, that much Chrollo can tell from the tones. but the actual words escape...some sort of fight? maybe. he keeps his guesses to himself.]

[obscurant]

[ 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. ]

[specialization]

[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.]

[obscurant]

[ neat as the kill had been, there's still a smear of blood on the wall. hisoka holds the man up with one hand to keep it from being spread any further, using his other hand to pull out his phone to make a call. he's quick about it—"yes, that room. ♦ thank you"—before he hefts the body a little higher and begins to drag it out. on his way, he flashes a smile at chrollo. ]

Would you like to accompany me? ♣