drear | OPEN SEASON 2.

[of course it's more. there's risk, but the satisfaction is its own reward. the certainty in knowing it was you that cut that last tie to life. the way your heart pounded after.

instead of answering the question with words, he instead lets out a small hm, taking a sip of his drink and doing his best to look as if that question didn't raise his guard a few degrees. it doesn't matter. (oh but they do know, and they suspect but can never prove the course of destruction that bought this much.)

a few details can't hurt.]

It was much less eventful than it could have been. I returned in one piece, after all. Being back means I can go back to doing what I prefer. [be that work or going out with Hisoka.] Not that they aren't interesting company. But they never let me ask enough questions. Just imagine how annoying that is.

[Hisoka would hate them, he thinks. he would decide to cause trouble in the first twenty minutes.]

Let's say...three more from you, and then it might be my turn.

[ a trade. oh, chrollo thinks this is run by equivalent exchange.

hisoka can pretend that he understands, but what's the fun in actually sharing? he wants it all for himself. ]

Would they have been able to keep you there, if there was an event?

Physically? No. But I would have chosen to stay for as long as I would have been needed. It's bad taste to run off and leave something half finished, after all.

[Chrollo smiles, and his eyes are cold. if something had happened, he would have figured it out. he always does - it was the price of resurfacing, after all.]

And you'd never let something lie half-done. ♣

[ it seems accurate to chrollo's personality. hisoka likes that in him, really. ]

If I begin something, Chrollo, would you help me? ♦

That depends on what it is.

[he won't commit to something he can't help with, of course...but if Hisoka asks nicely, he might help. actually, if Hisoka doesn't ask nicely, the same result was there. it just drew a little more complaining from Chrollo.]

I'll tell you when the time comes.

[ hisoka... please. but he really has no intention of explaining, so he turns his eyes on the food for a moment while waiting for chrollo's next question. ]

[they're both being difficult, aren't they, cryptic answers for cryptic answers. if Chrollo had to confess, he found it interesting to have to work for the truth. most people simply gave it up without thinking or because they had to with him in charge. this is different, and Chrollo's always liked different.]

Why modelling as your day job? Doesn't it get in the way?

How should it? ♦ I'm a hard worker, Chrollo.

[ and though undue challenge isn't hisoka's favorite thing in the world, it does add a bit of spice to life. ]

It seems like it'd get troublesome, if your schedules overlapped.

[though of course, he's seen the results of Hisoka mixing his jobs firsthand....]

Does it make you happy? [being a killer.] Not content, that's enough to keep doing anything, but...happiness.

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I wouldn't give it up for anything else.

[ hisoka loves to kill. ♥ ]

[and because it's Hisoka, and Hisoka knows, Chrollo lets his amusement show in a faint smile. this has to be the most interesting date he's ever been asked on.

last question. he should make it count.]

What are you thinking about?

[it might be a useless question to someone else, but he's genuinely curious - and it would tell him that fraction more about Hisoka. he might want to always be a mystery, but Chrollo can't resist trying to solve it, even though all he had to do was blink and everything's subtly changed.]

I had an excellent outing, with Illumi, just a few weeks ago.

And here I am, reminiscing about another date while I'm with you. I apologize. ♣

[it tells him more than Hisoka might think. nothing of use, nothing concrete to nail down and state this is certainty, but it's something to examine later. something to hold up to the light and peer through.]

It's alright. I'm not that jealous.

[because it's them, and it's Illumi, and the bond between those two was some strange thing that couldn't be named exactly. friendship was wrong, but they weren't together, and rivalry was right out. it simply existed.]

It just means Illumi will have to share details later.

[blatantly telling someone they'll talk about him behind his back....#justchrollothings.]

[ illumi wouldn't share too many details, he's too private for that, and doesn't know chrollo himself. but hisoka's also certain that if chrollo had something to offer illumi, that could be a trade the zoldyck would take.

hisoka keeps smiling throughout; he'll call illumi later. they were going to meet for drinks soon anyway. ]

But you are jealous. ♠

Isn't it natural to be so?

[careful, Hisoka, someone less forgiving might take it as a slight that you're thinking about other dates. wondering if you're comparing the two of them. Chrollo doesn't truly care about them - hell, he asked - but even he's got that very slight twinge that he might exaggerate for amusement's sake. something about preferring Illumi's company to his.]

It means that you must care for me. Chrollo. [ he smiles and raises his glass, extending it across the table. ]

And I for you.

You're pulling quite an assumption from one statement.

[and yet, he isn't denying it. raising up his own glass, the two meet to softly chime. it feels less like a toast and more like....something. he doesn't have the word for it.]

[ no denial means something, either that chrollo does care, or that he leaves it ambiguous on purpose for hisoka to interpret. and of course, if hisoka's interpreting it for himself, he's going for the positive, isn't he?

it makes him happy. ♥

he returns the their appetizer; it's a small serving, as is common in this kind of restaurant, and once they're done the server is returning with their entrees. ]

Next time, we ought to bring Illumi with us.

[ two of his favorite people in one place, oh. ]

[let him draw his own conclusions, while Chrollo plays his cards a little closer. let the absence of denial say what it will. jealousy would imply something that isn't (perhaps isn't yet) the case. jealousy implies something like possession.

but pulling out the truth would require a good deal more effort.

the idea of bringing Illumi...would the man play willingly along with Hisoka's schemes, or would he be unto himself? Chrollo doesn't know him more than he knows Hisoka - so it would be interesting, at the least.]

Whenever he's free. We can accommodate his schedule.

Can we? You're busy all the time. I hardly ever see you outside of work. ♦

You've hardly asked to see me otherwise.

[simply because his circle was not Hisoka's circle didn't mean he was busy all the time. if he asked again, Chrollo might find it in his heart to accommodate. (however many times he's asked before, Chrollo will call it hardly. maybe he just wants to be slightly difficult.)]

When I ask you if you're free, darling, it means I want to see you. ♦ Whether it's just for a coffee or for... more.

[ Hisoka's eyelids are lowered as he smiles up at Chrollo. ]

Next time, will you let me take you out?

Okay.

[just like that. simply choosing to say yes, if only because he can be difficult in other ways, and saying yes is still a novelty that amuses him. because so far, this has been a better use of this evening than him settling in waiting for inspiration.]

If I don't forget.

[or "forget." but he has the sensation that he'll consent the next time as well. who knows, maybe Chrollo will be honest about where he's been, or what's in his head. maybe next time he won't half dismiss the gestures from Hisoka that he can read the intent of - it's all possibility.

perhaps the next rose Hisoka offers out, he'll keep.]

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Of course. ♥

[ Hisoka will make sure to remind him at every chance he gets.

The next part of their meal comes a few minutes later, set down on their table with a quiet announcement by the server. Hisoka starts eating, small bites and not finishing the plate. ]

[it's an interesting date for the conversation alone, that Chrollo will admit. interesting, and he doesn't regret his night, despite how the both of them dance around definite answers that require commitment.

the promise he made, he doesn't forget even though he doesn't bring it up. a promise is a promise, all the same. he will say yes. and the next time when he's in his office, and confronted with the deep red of roses, the thought of getting rid of them is secondary and discarded. he's not in the mood to be that petty. instead, he takes a moment to touch, observing the color carefully. no matter how hard humans tried, there would never be an exact match for the real color, with all its subtleties. thoughts that takes place as his fingertip traces the curve of a petal, looking at the red. somewhere between inspiration and simple fascination.]

Is it some holiday I'm not aware of?

[the question's idle, without even needing a response to it. something just to fill space.]

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