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WHO: Hisoka and Chrollo
WHERE: Heropa, Residence #007
WHEN: February 6th
WHAT: Hanging out.
WARNINGS: Possible adult content and implications. General Hisoka warnings.

He's still a bit- rough. Not that Hisoka will look it at all. Appears spic and span in green harem pants and black crop top with blue jacket. Not a single rough patch on the clothes, or mark on his skin as he sits some how on the edge of a familiar window in heels he should not be able to stay up there in.

Looking clean and uncut but- definitely is. Hisoka's body is rather stiff and there's- a lot of new concealed burns and wounds on him from his fight with Kimblee. The man went down but- definitely gave him quite a show from it. Hisoka spent the rest of that night teeming with left over energy, so much so he never went anywhere else after, knew it'd be too difficult to wander the streets where potential targets could be walking around. They- wouldn't do anything but satiate him for a few moments, but still- he had to be smarter here, even if it was difficult.

So- Chrollo's was a good choice, as it often was when he was like this, the man might notice Hisoka's aura far before anything else because it's still thick. Dark enough to match the bags under his eyes despite the makeup he wears, pink shadow, red eyeliner, but not enough white coverup to hide how tired he is.

Tap tap tap. On the window. Come to think of it- he's not even sure the other man's home... If not, he'll just let himself in and wait a while there, wandering around the streets again might be too difficult without trying to calm himself down.

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Of course, in the end Chrollo is home. Being something of a shut-in, despite his recent attempts to diversify his life a little, means he's normally at work or at home, with the exception of occasional time with his pseudo-girlfriend and trips to the bookshop. At the moment, he isn't even reading. For once. Instead, he's changing the decor in his bedroom - the painting he'd hung only two weeks ago has already soured in his eyes, so he's replaced it with a series of black and white photographs depicting the beauty of abandoned places: Pripyat, Gulliver's Travel's Park, Chateau Miranda, the underwater city of Shincheng.

It seems appropriate.

He feels Hisoka's approach before he sees him, of course. It's impossible to mistake that weight - familiar and strangely pleasant to him, by now. An immense outpouring of energy that ought to be contained. And while, normally, he would welcome the visit, at the moment he can't help wondering if he's going to end up cleaning up someone else's mess.

Which begs the question of why that's so irritating. Didn't he agree, quite specifically, to exactly that?

Ah, but this is no time for questioning himself. Chrollo hangs the final photograph just in time to glance at the window when he hears that tap. So up goes the pane, and he steps aside quickly thereafter, allowing Hisoka to enter.

...he looks fine. Better than, actually, in most ways. But Chrollo knows Hisoka's ways well enough to know not to assume, especially when he sees the darkness under those eyes.

"You seem..." Off? Chrollo tips his head. But how different is that, really. It's Hisoka, after all - he's always finding some way to get himself into dangerous situations, get himself injured, get himself worked up. "Mm. Are you all right?"

Cleaning up other people's messes, though, didn't you agree to it? While declining him a fight, of course he'd be left with the results of others Hisoka got into, it only made sense. Still, Chrollo's luckier than usual, Hisoka didn't just show up right after some mess he got himself in, he waited a night... not that it really helped.

"Hm~" A smile, wide, looking at him after the words and moving to slide in without really being allowed to. But the attention to the window's enough.

Stiff is exactly right. Hisoka's movements are as contained and smooth as usual but, watching him enough gives hints to his current condition. No healer again, causes issue. And ontop of that he almost seems- sluggish, and overly careful in how he moves, as if worried to bump into anything, or rub against himself too much.

"I'm fine." Moving to sit on the bed, not the floor as he usually chooses to. Bed's more comfortable and he even let's out a small sigh before dipping a hand in his pocket and tossing over a roll of cloth.

Ah, that stiffness, the care with which he moves... that's definitely noticeable. And a little vexing - not for the first time, he mentally underlines healing abilities on his checklist. There's nothing more pressing than that in his mind, these days. Not that he's prone to getting into battles himself, but... it's...

Annoying. He tells himself that's what it is, because that's what makes the most sense, and he can't really think of another word for it. It's annoying - dealing with blood on his sheets and on his hands, and...

Well, anyway. He catches the roll, but doesn't unravel it quite yet. Instead, he. Watches Hisoka, brow slightly furrowed. "You're not fine. What happened?"

...and then he opens the roll. What a gaudy tie. But appropriate, even so. "Ah, Mardi Gras."

Nope, ignoring that line of questioning, sighing as he raises his head and softly lays back on the bed, hand back in his pocket, moving a little here and there. Feeling that strange smooth stone that feels- off but in a good sort of way, rubbing his fingers against it and recollecting the fight.

He's fine. Really. He's- great.

"Mardi Gras, you simply have to go now, with your girlfriend then?"

Hisoka's really stubborn about his refusal to explain things when he wants to be. As Chrollo recalls, the last time he took to ignoring questions, he was the one who brought the subject up to begin with, and even so he refused to go back to it until he'd led them around a while.

Which means... he'll go back to it when he wants to. If he wants to. In the meantime, Chrollo holds the tie up to his neck - glances in the full-length mirror he's set against the door, although the effect is somewhat lost given that he isn't wearing a shirt.

"I told Josuke I would go, yes." And with Jolyne? "I haven't asked her yet, but that makes the most sense, I suppose." A little pause, and he frowns, "I'm not sure she really qualifies as a 'girlfriend.'" This despite using the word himself a few moments ago. But only in his head. It's different if you use words.

Girlfriend, friend, whatever. Hisoka doesn't really care either way. Just lays there, still not relinquishing the information Chrollo wants. A unnecessarily difficult as ever. He lays there for a bit in silence after that though, breathing soft, hand still moving, concealed in his pocket before sighing a little.

"Mmm~" A happy sort of sound, moving to sit up again, slow, near robotic yet careful.

"Nnh- Josuke and Jolyne, plans for either then?" A sly look, knowing full well how useful at least one of them would be. "Any more ideas on Jolyne's situation?" If anything can be taken from her? Though he doubts it, still too soon and with Chrollo not having some sort of power reading ability, it makes demonstration his only option. That of which he knows hasn't occurred yet, he has front row tickets after all.

It doesn't really matter, but then again it matters in terms of semantics. So Chrollo spends a moment or so frowning at words and their frustrating tendency to mean things instead of other things instead of defining general concepts.

"Actually..." He glances over at Hisoka again, trying to spot any flaws in that coverup of his. As always, nothing. How bad is it, then? How recent? "...Are you still interested in witnessing that spar?"

The question is nearly rhetorical, but even so.

A smile.

Duh. He nods.

"Good." He sets the tie down on his desk and then... sits on the bed, beside Hisoka but not too close - not enough to jar him. "This Sunday. Assuming you're mobile.

"Josuke will be there to patch up any wounds from the spar. That should serve as a demonstration. After that, all I need to do is find a souvenir.

"And, of course, she'll be there as well to be read."

He glances over, "A productive day, all things told."

Really, despite how intrigued he is at what Jolyne may be carrying around with her... and despite the advantage his involvement with her affords him as far as trying to scope out that sprawling family tree of hers... at the moment, Josuke is of higher priority. Tonight he's been reminded of that, if nothing else.

A nod, understanding well enough without asking. He'll keep to secretly watching then, he can conceal his presence and aura well enough that it won't be a problem. Though finding some sort of souvenir? Hm... A piece of jewelry maybe, a watch, a wallet. Something small and easy to hide taking. It won't occur to him exactly what till he's there and can get a good look.

A wise choice Chrollo, unsure on Jolyne yet, but again, they'll see when they're there. Subtle though, Hisoka really doesn't want to get in bad with that family just yet. While making enemies back home wasn't as much of an issue, this place continues to be both different and frustrating.

"I look forward to it. I imagine Josuke won't be contacted till after then?" A chuckle, glancing over to him, his head tucked near a shoulder. "How productive, yes."

"Oh, no, not at all. He's an observer, as well." Hopefully not hooting too loudly from the proverbial stands. "It's easily justified - as it stands, neither Jolyne nor I know the limits of one another's abilities. It would be all too easy for one of us to accidentally push to far and seriously injure the other in a way that requires immediate care." An internal injuries, a lost limb... Entirely possible.

Probable, even. He'll make sure of it, one way or another.

"But yes, I look forward to it as well. I feel as though I'm... rotting. Even a little playtime would be nice." And he lies down, staring at the ceiling. "I'm not sure I'll ever be used to this world. Ah well. But I can manage." Can you? He turns his head a little, examining Hisoka's face.

"Ah- try not to let it get too far." His brows raise. Though with a healer it won't be too much of any issue. Still, he'd rather not see Chrollo let himself get beaten too much, more for his own selfish reasons.

"Hm..." A thoughtful sound listening to Chrollo go on. Manage. Probably, he hopes, maybe not? It depends on the circumstances really. He's been- rather satiated lately, which is good, kept stimulated while assisted in fending off being too stimulated. Still-

"Rotting feels accurate." Said almost bitterly as he closes his eyes. The hand that was in his pocket now more so in his lap as he hunches over, rolling the spherical, glowing red stone he only just took along the inside pads of his fingers. "Though I've kept busy enough to manage this far."

"I don't mind taking a sword for practical reasons." He stretches his arms up, toward the ceiling. Fingers spread, watching the shadows between them. "I've done more dangerous for less assured results. Perhaps I'll tell you about those encounters one day."

He trails off, leaving the thought unfinished: it would be worth it to capture that ability. So he never has to wonder this way again. Annoying comes to mind once more.

Looking at him that way, he can't help but glance down at... Hisoka's hand? "Anyway, you're a resourceful man. Keeping busy seems like a good bet." ...and speaking of keeping busy. "Are you ever going to tell me what happened?

"Or what it is you're holding?"

"I'd like that." A smile, closing his eyes. The idea of hearing about them alone has his skin prickling. A shame he never got to see them first hand.

"It is, and I've found things to fill my time- hm?" A glance over his shoulder. He looks down to his hands again, at the stone, and then raises it, showing him a little. It's- smooth, eye catching, there's something strangely eerie about it, as if it's- glowing.

"I might- it does have something to do with this." Looks at it again, lowering it to his lap and turning it. "The 'Philosopher's Stone'." A chuckle As if that means nothing at all. He's not exactly sure that that is. He hasn't had time to research it with his head where it's been since his fight with Kimblee.

...well, that's interesting. Chrollo tips his head and pulls himself upright. Leaning closer. That stone is very... eye-catching. Something about it...

And then Hisoka gives its name, and Chrollo looks up at him, leaning closer still.

"The Philosopher's Stone?" He closes his eyes briefly, going silent as though he's searching some sort of database in his head - which he is. The term rings a bell, something from one f the million books he's consumed over the years? Or... no, something he's consumed here. Some sort of legend, having to do with-- "Alchemy?"

He opens one eye. "Where did you get that?"

Blinks, glancing to him as he draws closer. ...Cute.

Right he is- just a thief under it all, isn't he? Interested in interesting things. Hisoka plays with the stone a bit more, rolling it over the backs of his fingers.

"Alchemy, yes- an Alchemist is where I got it." The stone is definitely nice to look at. But again, even closer and something feels off about it, something- drawing your eye to it, keeping you on it. The same sort of feeling anyone that hungers for power might get. Eyes catching on the souls within it- or were within it.

A sigh from Hisoka, holding it up again.

"It's not the same as it was, I guess it only works for so long." Still pretty though. Pouts a little, holding it to Chrollo, will drop it in his hand if he holds one up for it.

Maybe not just a thief but... primarily. Everything else he's done - every terrible, monstrous thing, has always been in pursuit of something interesting, something he wanted to possess. Even if only for a few days, or a few weeks. Well, there was that one massacre, but that had another, more poignant rationale.

So yes, definitely interested in interesting things. Chrollo watches that stone, and his eyes are already betraying his... interest. An interest he promptly expresses by holding out the appropriate hand... and closing his fingers around it as soon as it's dropped.

"There must be a story behind this, Hisoka. No alchemist would simply give something like that up." He stares at the stone - red and beautiful, and... strange. It reminds him, somehow, of those eyes - their beautiful color, their unnatural gleam.

Searching for something he wanted to possess? Certainly sounds familiar...

A coy smile, lifting his chin.

"I took it." Shrugs, laying back again, as careful as he was before, but now stoneless, eyes closed. "I arranged for a meeting with a man named Kimblee, an Alchemist with the ability to turn things into explosions among- other things. Alchemy being a sort of power for people like him. The stone was on his person and before he could ingest it I relieved him of it." Stretches a little.

"Or did you want details?"

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So similar, and yet so different. Isn't that always the way?

Chrollo glances up at Hisoka, but his attention admittedly remains... on the stone. At least until the very end. Because... "As stories go, that one is particularly incomplete, I think." And also, ingesting it? Really? Chrollo holds it up to the lamp light, watching its glow through the red translucent stone. "Besides, I always like details." If nothing else, it may help him judge whether to make a nuisance of himself with regards to potential medical treatment. The last thing he wants is for Hisoka to bleed to death from internal injuries in his bedroom.

"I assume there was violence involved?"

A smile, sighing as he recollects it.

"Yes. The meeting was well waited and while the word 'demonstration' was involved, both he and myself knew what was instore. While the outcome wasn't something he saw coming he certainly put on a good show. The man is-" A thoughtful pause.

"Like you, like us in a way, he's hiding behind an act though isn't nearly as capable. His alchemy is impressive though not that I'm that familiar with it." A stiff jerk, moving to sit up again, glancing to him, to the stone in his hand.

"I couldn't have all the fun though, I certainly let him get away with a few tricks." Shrugs. "Such a waste otherwise." What's the point of a near one sided fight? Of course he let Kimblee get him him here and there, wanted a more first hand experience with what he could do. He knew full well that he would get rather roughed up in the process but it's something he's used to by now. A price to appease that curiosity of his.

"Reckless, as usual." He mumbles the words under his breath, and then... his attention finally shifts back to Hisoka, though the stone remains in his palm, his fingers curled around it. "One day you're going to get yourself killed that way." Although maybe it doesn't matter, here. Chrollo watches him, quiet. Thinking.

"And then you took his trinket." And got yourself all worked up in the meantime. "...when was this?"

Probably not tonight. If nothing else, there doesn't seem to be any blood working its way through that illusion, so his wounds must have been dressed, or at least stopped bleeding over time. And Hisoka's makeup is pristine, as well, even if it can't cover how thinly stretched he is. No... it must have been at least several hours ago, but probably yesterday. And from the way he describes the encounter, any injuries probably weren't too serious.

"One day." A shrug. Isn't that how he always imagined dying anyway? If he ever thought about dying, should he die that will just be that. It could be whenever he got into those duels of his, ah- it could even been when he and Chrollo finally fought, but his own confidence usually won over anything that had yet to happen. Hisoka wasn't the sort to think about his own end, but if he did, like he is now for a moment, he'd go down by the hand of someone marvelous. Or so he hopes.

"Last night." So, a while ago, for him anyway. The words are said with a sighed breath trailing after it, hunching over again, elbows on his knees, eyes closing.

"I was too sensitive to wander the streets till now." Chuckles, glancing over his shoulder at it, at how he's grasping the stone. He never thought of it as a prize, the fight alone was, the burns covering a- much larger area of his body compared to his fight with Lunatic are his prizes, not that he shows them. His skin is- not the prettiest sight right now, especially on his torso and along his arms. The stiffness the only hint so far.

"You can have it." Said as he flails a hand lightly. He certainly wasn't going to do anything with it. Another laugh, raising his head a little, eyes still closed. "Maybe I'll rematch him to get you a matching set." Like eyes, perhaps earrings. It might be nice to see him wearing such things, hmmn~

Last night... well then, Hisoka's probably not in danger of dying any time soon. If he were, he would have done so by now. That's... good? Chrollo frowns a little, looking at him. Clicks his tongue once.

"I wonder what that's like. Being 'too sensitive.'" Chrollo's certainly never experienced it. He's not even sure what it means, although he has a vague sort of idea from having witnessed the aftermath of Hisoka's encounter with Lunatic. "But... in any case, I'm glad to see you used your head." For once. Staying off the streets was probably the best thing he could have done, under the circumstances.

He would think about it more if his mind weren't immediately distracted by Hisoka's offer. "...eh?" And then his other offer - or joke, or whatever it is. And he's awful at expressing thanks, or anything of the sort, so he just says, "I've always liked red."

No where near death. He certainly will be a little stiff moving about and more still than usual when asleep but he's as alive as ever. Thank god, right? What use is a dead clown? Though honestly getting hurt enough here, it might better TO just die and come back without an extreme amount of wounds. Sure you heal faster here, but you could skip the healing completely with a little death. Food for thought.

"Hmmn~" A sigh, pulling in a looong breath after and gripping at his arms just above his elbows. Eyes shut tight. "You really should find out." It's amazing. Overly sensitive, that state- it's almost as good as what satisfies it. How it prickles his skin, gets his
body tense, his stomach in knots. So excited he can't think of anything else... "Though I yes- have to find my footing again sometime, hm?" Chuckling , under his breath, his hands slowly kneading into his arms before unlatching.

"Did you?" Another chuckle, keeping his hunched over position, his eyes shut, enjoying the darkness behind his lids and the quiet of the room. The barely there flutter of Chrollo
s aura when he focuses enough- well contained, controlled, but no hidden. It certainly isn't his own aura right now, still near seeping from him- granted no where near as it was.

"Then enjoy." Shrug. "Unfortunately it's not what it was when I took it. I think the power fades after some hours pass- a pity. Perhaps the second one I get I'll have to get to you right away~ It feels much nicer in your hands then."

Thank God... that's one way to think of it. And Chrollo actually is glad for that - even if death could might solve a few problems, it nonetheless seems like an extreme solution. Not so much for himself - it seems reasonable from that perspective, but... Hisoka? Hm. No, best to just recover.

And then there's this "oversensitivity" issue, which seems to work in reverse. He's sure it's fine for Hisoka, but for him? Hmmm. If there's one thing he's learned in the past few weeks it's that there's infinitely more pleasure and satisfaction to be found in certain areas than he'd have expected. But the idea of wandering around prickling seems a little counter-efficient.

Although, in some ways, it does induce his curiosity, at least.

He looks up at Hisoka - still a bit higher than him even when sitting, even when hunched this way. And he rests his free hand gently on the back of Hisoka's neck. Casually threads his fingers through the tiny curls at the base of his skull.

"I'd like that, actually." To feel the power of such a thing eminating from the palm of his hand. That... that's exciting. More than any battle, more than any kill. And he closes his eyes, and maybe even shivers a little. Yes... Hisoka truly knows his taste. For better or worse.

Well, they are two very different people that feel very different things. While Hisoka lacks the same sort of deep connection with anyone that Chrollo has with his Troupe, Hisoka is also a bit more in-tune with his base instincts and desires. Which- could be better or for worse. Satisfaction can come from many sources and Hisoka's found exactly what he prefers and has an idea of what Chrollo does as well. Things and certain people. He can understand both but- when it comes to people Hisoka's different of course. People in fights, in closeness, in that thrill or something basic, lust or bloodlust.

Infact- that touch only reminds him of it and it- doesn't help how sensitive he still feels from that fight the night before. Running on no sleep or food, and just that high Kimblee left him with- the fingers pushing through his hair has him tense up. His eyelids fluttering, lips puckered, a shiver snaps up his spine and his hands are back to clinging at his arms. Unexpected, but perhaps he's getting Chrollo a lot more physically comfortable with him by now. That's- nice.

Still, the gesture was- surprising. Normally he touches and pushes first, so after his reaction he can't help but look over to him, his gaze curious, hands still tight.

"Maybe I won't now." Smiles wide, eyes slim, expression more playful than anything. "Or maybe I will- I suppose my mind might change depending on what that hand does next..." He certainly doesn't plan on making Chrollo buy his time, he'll go after a second one either way. It's just difficult not to poke at him a little when he's still feeling so excited and with that hand in his hair...

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probably fade out here?