OPEN SEASON 2.

[crawly]

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[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? ♣

[specialization]

[truthfully, he could say no. could refrain from letting this get to be too complicated. but now he's involved, after seeing the man die, after being seen. now it's begun, and he might as well let it get as convoluted as this night was planning for.

so he doesn't say anything, still, but he watches Hisoka as he follows behind. as long as he's seemingly having no trouble with the body, Chrollo will make no move to help him carry it like he could if he was in a mood to be kind. beyond that, the greatest question in his head is why. was there a reason to let him see it, beyond the fact that Hisoka knew he wouldn't tell? but if it was that alone, then he wouldn't have invited him over, effectively repositioned him so he could see the whole thing.

Hisoka, you showoff.

it's too easy to slip and take the whole thing in stride, just a matter of business, even as it sits ill with the person he's been trying to be. that's another thing he can ponder as he follows along, letting Hisoka show the way they're going.]

[obscurant]

[ hisoka takes the body not out back, but down a floor to a side entrance—the kind of discreet door that someone who really didn't want to be seen would take. there isn't a car outside. hisoka sets the body down (the warmth has started to leech out of it, the scent of death rising putrid and strong from the flesh. hisoka relishes it all) in an unlit alcove outside the door and dusts his hands off. ]

Keep an eye on him for me, will you? ♦

[ he gives chrollo a half-mocking salute before leaving, walking around the corner of the building to get his car and drive it over. whether chrollo stays or not is now up to him. but hisoka thinks he knows enough about chrollo to expect better than that. he hasn't taken the wallet off the man, or any of his personal items. there's a wealth of information to be gained, and hisoka gives it willingly. ]

[specialization]

[the temptation had been strong, and it had been soundly telling himself no that was the reason he didn't take what was there off the body while Hisoka was carrying it. now, with it right there, and Hisoka off for a moment, it's irresistible. something that's never fallen out of practice even if recently he's only been using it for harmless jokes. he knows how to take out what seems important and what's interesting, slipping it all into the inner pockets of his coat to be actually sorted through later, the information to be pieced together and the story to be inferred. saves Hisoka the trouble of getting rid of it, right?

all of that only takes a moment, and when Chrollo straightens up, one would never know that he'd just stripped what of value was there. by the time Hisoka's driven his car over, Chrollo has his hands deep in his own pants pockets, looking around like nothing at all happened.]

Will he go in the backseat or the trunk?

[again, he could offer to help, but he has to be just that particular level of jackass about this. it distracts him from how little he actually cares.]

[obscurant]

[ hisoka doesn't come back until well after chrollo is done. he parks and steps out of the driver side, looking down at the body with a slow wide smile before tipping his head at chrollo. ]

The trunk.

[ it's lined with plastic inside already. hisoka lifts the body on his own, tips it in, and shuts the trunk. he'll deal with teeth, fingerprints, and other personal identification marks later on.

he'll find the lack of bills and other items strange. but for now, hisoka doesn't think of chrollo taking it; he's occupied with taking the body to a cleaning site. ]

You can return to the party. ♦ I don't mind going home alone.

[specialization]

I wasn't going back to the party.

[missed connections, Hisoka, but Chrollo shrugs and starts walking away after throwing a small, almost careless smile over his shoulder. he'll leave the same way he got here and leave you to your newly made, newly lost friend, himself to the items that he'll go over like a picky magpie. and to replaying the moment in his head as many times as he feels like.]

[obscurant]

[ well, that's all right. ♦ hisoka presses his lips together slightly, then smiles. ]

I'll see you soon. ♥

[ he waves with his fingers slightly and watches chrollo leave.

the body is something he will deal with himself. he likes disposing of them, but not nearly as much as he enjoys the kill—of course. he drives, deep into the night, and doesn't look back. ]