Legerdemain [OPEN]

[debauchewy]

WHO: Hisoka and OPEN
WHERE: Government Holding Facility
WHEN: December 1st - December 31st
WHAT: Visitors and fellow inmates chatting it up.
WARNINGS: None yet.

It's been an incredibly long time in this holding cell, in this- prison. Only three months and Hisoka can't handle being still for more than a few moments and his sleeping periods have shrunk smaller and smaller to naps of about two hours when they do happen. Even so- he's made to sleep, or well- lay there, in the dark, and those moments are the worst. He gets by by reading network conversations. Sometimes under blankets when hall patrols are happening, and he's only gotten caught once to which he lied himself out of and just said he checked the time upon waking up.

But for the most part- he's going a little mad. Especially now with Shade gone.

His cell neighbor, speaking to him was really what was getting him through the days, not that he'd admit it to himself. Hisoka was all for waiting but- being able to do things he wanted in the mean time helped. Years upon years he'd wait but only because he could best busy himself with other people and activities. Here it's just-

Jewelry, eating, "sleeping", wandering, re ha bilitation. And it's doing him in. Maybe that's why he- was starting to like Shade despite seeing none of his abilities or strengths. They spoke often in there, and the more they did, the more Hisoka was around someone generally just- enjoying speaking to him back and forth? It made it easier to stay cam and wait.

And then Shade left.

And now- if he doesn't busy himself he might accidentally snap a guards neck without- thinking about it. The bloodlust is there. He feels it in those long nights, waiting in the dark, his hands idle, knuckles white from how tight he keeps clenching them. He knows- he'd feel better if he could just- touch someone. Feel their blood beat under his fingers, their hot flesh against his, if he could just see a reaction in their face from his hands and a moment of taking everything from them. It- it wouldn't be nearly as good as a fight, or sex- but it'd make him feel less meaningless rotting away in here.

But he can't do that.

So instead.

Should a visitor come at any time throughout the month, or another inmate wander by- they will find Hisoka sitting amidst cards. Beginning of the month it won't be so impressive, but near a week into the month, and further on the castle of cards just- continues to grow and grow around him in his room. He supposes- he feels better doing it. Not that he's thinking while stacking. Infact, he's not thinking at all the entire time. Because thinking involves missing people, and needing things. Thinking involves wondering where Chrollo has been and why he hasn't visited despite saying he would do so. The same goes for Gon and his where abouts. Wondering about Jaime and what he's been up to and finding the thought mildly arousing only to once again work himself up and have no means of letting off the steam. And let's not even get started on that- Lunatic fellow he's been hearing so much about. So- no thoughts, no thinking, just cards.

So much of rehabilitation.

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[goldenlegacy]

It's been some weeks since Giorno found himself fending off Lunatic; some weeks, too, since he received that note at the tail end of his report. The message was memorable for a number of reasons - the strange way its writer typed, those little emoticons, card suits, the goading, and innuendos that bubbled under the surface (and sometimes not even under). Even so, despite having said he would try and visit the man behind them, Giorno was unsure as to whether he would follow through.

After all, what was the purpose? A vague curiosity, perhaps, and his instinct for opportunity.

The latter, in the end, proves to be enough. Because by the end of the month, he finds himself walking silently through prison corridors, feet light, taking in the surroundings until he finally comes to stop outside that particular glass cage.

His first thought there is... impressive. In fact, he barely pays notice to the man inside the cell, being more interested in that card house - that card palace, one should say. Or no, a kingdom. In an instant, he takes it in, considers the mental fortitude, the patience, the dedication it would take to build such a thing, even given the infinite time of a man encaged. It's that, more than anything, that grabs hold of his interest.

It's that thought, more than anything, that tells him he was right to come here.

"Hisoka, isn't it?" Giorno steps closer to the glass, head slightly tilted, watching. "We spoke on the network. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance in person."

1/2

[debauchewy]

Who is ever sure about wanting to visit him? Why, the only time anyone was ever sure about visiting him, it was Chrollo, and where is he now? Hisoka was beginning to think he'd go this entire month without a visitor with how it was going, and since more of his visits last month were near the beginning and mid- it makes the time between even more difficult to handle. He;s so lost in the idea that he completely doesn't expect the words that follow, nor the sound of footsteps from Giorno's arrival.

Who did he have that would visit him?

Perhaps- Shade, but he doesn't blame the man for not wanting to come back here, even to visit someone. Killua- ah- but what use does he have to visit him when his voicemail is active? Gon? Where IS Gon? Chrollo- ah, maybe there is a slim hope it's him when the voice first hits his ears, but then it's too different from the voice he expects.

"Hm?" Lifting his head over a card wall of his creation, sitting behind it and thus a little shrouded from the cell wall. Looking over the wall and moving so softly and precisely that nothing wavers or flutters down to the ground. For a month he worked on this, moved around it, lived among it, and yet never did any cards fall. That says something about his grace and patient, even more so since this is physical ability alone, with how this confinement disables his abilities entirely.

Hisoka stands among his now stagnant card city, awaiting more to be added to it at another time, setting a hand on his hip and staring over at the other man. There's something behind the look he gives Giorno despite never meeting him. Hisoka's skin is pale, eyes sunken, dyed hair fading in colour as it falls around his face, unstyled. He looks tired, drained, and yet something is starving behind his gaze.

2/2

[debauchewy]

But he'll smile. Lifts a hand up in a shrug, the other flirting the card he still has in hand near his chin.

"And here I thought you were just playing with me. But you really made it, I was getting so lonely~" It's meant as a joke but- it's more true than he'd care to admit.

[goldenlegacy]

Giorno has made a study of reading people's moods. It was a habit he first cultivated as a boy, watching for the shifts in his stepfather's regard for him, trying to predict when the next smile would come, or the next strike to the face. The battery stopped eventually, of course - they would have when Giorno came into his own even if he hadn't come across a kindly stranger who intervened and protected him. But the habit itself never died. That's why his expression doesn't change when Hisoka makes his "joke" that isn't a joke. That hunger, that solitude... that speaks more loudly than words.

"Solitary confinement can drive a person mad, you know." He glances down, watching his feet for a moment. "It's easier, I think, when you have something to do. With the cards, at least... I hope you haven't started hallucinating."

In truth, he almost feels bad for the man. No... he does. He sympathizes at least. Isolation can be a difficult cross to bear. He'd researched it a little, once he met his father and heard his story.

"You told me you would show me your card skills... but in fact... I think I've seen them." Among other things.

[debauchewy]

Expression change or not, the lack of reaction from Giorno doesn't actually bother him at all. With Illumi and Chrollo in his scope, emotionless reactions just become par for the course, so he smiles at it. Sucks him in completely, eyes on him, unblinking. Not a smile, laugh, frown, nothing from Giorno but it's fine because- he visited him. He had stopped thinking about visitors. Only now that he's gotten one does he reflect on how lacking he was on company... well- now. He thought about it plenty not long ago...

"Mad? I have enough problems to keep track of, and hallucinations won't be an issue, I try to keep my imagination active enough."

"Hah-" A small clap of his hands, then opening them, palms up and out to gesture to what surrounds him. "I apologize, I never prepared this for you, but I've got a knack for impressing others so I'm happy you stopped in to see~" Chuckling, stepping forward and up and over. He moves around his card made walls with grace, going to the wall of his cell and looking out to him, much closer now. He smiles, cocking his hips, setting a hand to the side swung out.

Emotionless- not. Not completely. There's something about those eyes looking at him, Hisoka's own slim as he sinks into them. Something else behind them, ah, the boy seems like the understanding sort? But he doesn't enjoy the slight pity he sees there.

"Hm-" Gesturing with a hand, he closes his eyes finally, shrugging up a shoulder.

"I certainly can show you more-" Said as the gestured hand closes, palm facing away from Giorno. His fingers suddenly spreading and curling down to hold cards that seemed to not be there before. He fans them, then flips his wrist, shrugging again. "I'm always fond of an audience."

[goldenlegacy]

...what a theatrical man. Giorno raises an eyebrow, arms half folded across his chest, chin resting in the arch between his thumb and index finger. It isn't surprising in the least, given his typing style. Even so, the way he moves, even in his state, the way he maneuvers... it's quite impressive, particularly given the environment.

"As it turns out, I'm glad to have come, as well." In the end, perhaps there wasn't any true doubt. Once his interest was raised, he shouldn't have bothered with wondering. It's his nature as a leader, these days, to search for promise, for talent.

Giorno takes a step closer, watching Hisoka. The man is struggling, it's clear - not with his movements (still graceful, still fluid - what he must be capable of at his best...), but within his mind. And no, not madness, but... strain. That's only natural, of course. An unoccupied mind, aimless and restricted by circumstance, will run itself into the ground.

"I'm pleased to be your audience, then." He tips his head. "Show me."

[debauchewy]

Theatrical yes, and his typing style reflects it to a degree- as well as his laziness. While Hisoka will certainly put effort into things he finds deserving, he isn't against lazing around until opportunities show themselves. And pl-ease, he's not going to put that much focus into every single text he sends out. The card suit symbols are there to help him actually keep his attention.

"My audience- ah- and what a nice one at that, it's always nice to have someone so interested." Watching him, those eyes, like they're reading him- testing him some how. Show him, but it;s like he's being asked to answer a question that'll mean something to him later- he just doesn't know it yet.

A laugh and he slides the cards into his palm, showing his hand again and they seem to be gone. A slide behind his back and he pulls it away again to reveal a deck of cards.

"A friend of yours you care for deeply has found them self in a rut-" Said and he lifts up a card suddenly- having starting to shuffle as he stood there. The card is a joker, smiling but- tilted upside down the opposite face shows, a frown. "And you decide- with his birthday in that month, that you wish to surprise him." Smiles, putting the card back and suddenly flicking the hand holding the deck down. A card slides a little lower than the rest in his hand- the joker again, and facing the opposite direction than the other cards to now show the smiling face of the joker card. He lifts that hand, tapping it back down. This time he moves to only shuffle with one hand, using his other hand to gesture briefly as he continues to speak.

"And you decide that for his birthday, you will add to his love of sweets throughout the month, but not merely one a day." Shakes his head slightly, suddenly doing a fan shuffle so the cards arc fast through the air from one hand to the next.

"But instead-" Lifts a finger. "-you will buy him a sweet the first day- two the second, three the third, and so on-" Shifting his hand to shuffle the deck with one again, and suddenly flick up one- two- three cards from seemingly no where in his second, before the hand holding the appearing cards suddenly hides them and they appear face up on the deck in his other hand. He curls his fingers to flip those cards and make them face down along with the other cards.

"Until you near high numbers, 120, ah- 153- and I suppose by then you've started to buy bags here and there to not terribly hurt your pockets." He chuckles.

"But eventually, you make it to 378 and stop." Both hands up, deck in own hand. "Making what day his birthday?"

[gonstop]

It takes most of the month to decide to visit Hisoka again, and when he does, he takes a few precautions. He's been training constantly for the past couple of weeks, but for this visit, he makes sure he's relaxed for the day and not showing any signs of his effort towards this. He has a 'Christmas gift' prepared, but he's sure to come the day before it arrives... And he's also sure to carry his backpack, as if he has been going to school with Gon and his sister as usual, when really he hasn't.

He's such a paranoid boy.

He enters and stops a couple of feet from the bars, hands stuffed into his pockets. For once, he doesn't bother with a false greeting. "Has anything happened with that alchemist?"

[debauchewy]

He's hidden behind all those towers of cards and doesn't lift his head when he hears words. Oh- a second visitor...

Strangely- making him feel a little better despite this place. Hisoka smiles, closing his eyes for a moment before setting down a small stack of cards, staring through a few holes in the castles of them at some familiar legs.

"I've spoken to him, but he certainly seems busy."

"Hello Killua."

[gonstop]

"Hey."

Even if he didn't initiate it, he responds to that pointed greeting with one of his own that plainly brushes it off. Short, today? Maybe. He may keep a lot of things about himself in check, but when it comes to Gon (or his sister, he remembers in an echo), things start cracking. He's more emotional.

Honestly, Killua is here focusing on Kimblee because he's tired of thinking about everything else. Can't work himself up about one thing and so he'll try another. And so: "Busy with what? Did he say?"

[debauchewy]

Hisoka tilts his head a little, leaning back slightly.

"Something the matter? You seem tense." A pause, his expression a little more intense, not that Killua can see him yet. "Has he done anything to you or Gon?"

[gonstop]

"No," he answers quickly, shoulders bunching around his neck as he looks to the side. Maybe if Hisoka were someone he could trust even an ounce, he'd say something a little more honest. Instead?

"But that doesn't mean he won't. I just want to know what's going on with him."

[debauchewy]

"I'm not quite sure." A sigh, closing his eyes, sounding a little tense as well, but how tired he is evens it out. Doesn't help that he himself looks tired too. Pink hair very faded, red roots showing, skin a paler colour than usual some how, looks more sunken. He looks- thinner than usual to, the type of thin that sinks into you.

"But I have him interested, meeting with him in person shouldn't be a problem." Smiles, dark. It slides over his lips, something sinister about it, no aura but- it could be there. Would normally be. You can almost feel it just looking at him. But there's something to be said about a holding facility that can shut your aura nodes.

"He's an- interesting man."

[purgation]

Doubtful Hisoka will recognize the man escorted to his cell the morning of the 31st.

He is tall, possessing a slim build, platinum hair, a pale complexion, and very pale green eyes. His features are sharp, and he is dressed to the nines in an ironed navy blue suit, polished shoes, and a rather pretentious necktie.

For the most part, Yuri keeps a low profile within the imPort community. Hisoka can obviously no longer say the same, but...well, the man within the cell is not someone the judge is overly familiar with. Or...wasn't until now. He's spent time reviewing what little he could via the imPort network, which consisted almost exclusively of reading the public conversations the other man has had with people. In some instances, Yuri looked into those people themselves, if only on the off chance that it might provide more insight into Hisoka's character.

It was only minimally helpful.

Before leaving Yuri to conduct his visit, the guard checks first to see that the clown is awake. During that time, Yuri simply examines with unguarded curiosity the monstrous card castle within. It is much more impressive in person.

[debauchewy]

He's awake. Infact, he doesn't sleep often anymore. Cat naps if anything, and short. it's difficult for him to get to sleep these days. His mind is so active, his body so needy. So usually he's laying back, staring up at ceiling from his cot, he's doing just that when the guard arrives and despite the badgering of the guard to wake him, he stays like that for a while.

Finally he'll sit up, slowly, showing no grogginess, it's rather obvious he wasn't sleeping at all from the slack of stirring and yawning. Casually sits, glances to the glance, and rests his arms on his knees.

The castle is- a little larger than before. Impressive, yes, some how nearing the ceiling in a lot of areas. A masterpiece really, something he only did through having so much time to himself in this room. It stays safely behind the glass of his cell, and he sits among it without so much of a tap to it. He's some how managed to be smooth and agile enough not to knock over a single tower.

"Yes?" Said before he's told he has a visitor and his eyes pop to the individual that steps forward, his full attention on them. Oh- you certainly look impressive... He doesn't say it but the smile that spreads over his lips does it for him. Something about Lunatic reminds him of Chrollo, is his first thought. Something, controlled, a man showing discipline, yet the type of person that could be hiding a storm behind such tranquility. It's difficult quelling the excitement in his gut right now, especially with how lacking his life as been as far as entertainment goes.

"I'm sorry, remind me who you are again?" He knows, but please, be so kind.

[purgation]

From his pocket, the judge produces a deck of cards that the guard has already inspected. That same guard unlocks a slot that allows the item to be passed through and into Hisoka's cell, which Yuri does with care and without a word, and then the little drop box is locked again. With the clown properly awake, the guard excuses himself, but not without a reminder that he will be nearby, just down the hall.

Yuri waits until they are left alone to respond to Hisoka's question. He positions himself near enough to the glass that he might better inspect the castle...and then, with a flick of his gaze from the card towers to the clown, the cell's occupant himself.

At once the judge is reminded of Jake Martinez. Fortunately, whatever Hisoka's powers are, they are nullified here. (Much like his own.) But, for all that the two men actually look nothing alike, the similarities are still quite striking. Each possesses a cruel mouth. Untrustworthy eyes. Terrible hair coloring. A questionable fashion sense. A manner of speaking that belies the seemingly pleasant choice of words to leave his lips, his tongue. And his body language...

Definitely that of a killer. Strong looking shoulders. Strong hands. A strong core from where that strength no doubt stems from. More important than his strength, though...his finesse. Something Hisoka seems to have in spades that Jake did not.

"Yuri Petrov. We spoke briefly the other day."

[debauchewy]

He's unsure what the cards are for, the gesture. He doubts something is planted in them, or that they're enchanted, they wouldn't get through, and what does this man have against him? Is it some sort of peace offering, perhaps to calm him in his presence, get him buttered up, to talk? Or is it a passive aggressive statement. Something about the way this other man looks doesn't make it seem like just a gift. Though-

He quite likes how this man looks. Gorgeous, impressive, well kept- he feels a slight shiver run down his spin as his eyes run up him, over him. He'll stay on his cot though, for now, won't go to his 'gift', merely eyes the dropbox for a moment before staring at his visitor again, drinking him in.

It's normal for the mind to compare strangers you meet to those you're familiar with, and though this man doesn't look much like Illumi, he's who comes to mind. Impressive- and- there's a look about him. Something similar to how his 'friend' can look at times... The eyes of someone persistent, someone who knows exactly what they want, exactly what to believe in... Though on that note, there's- something very different between this man and Illumi.

"Hm- Thank you, and yes, I remember, how good of you to keep your promise, I'd say we're off to a good start, wouldn't you?" Said with a pleased, calm tone, and he'll lean forward and finally move to get off his cot. No heels, but he walks with the grace of someone quite experienced with them, and not cards move as he steps closer to the glass. Hips cock, a hand gripping at one side of them. Not once do his eyes leave Yuri, almost unblinkingly so. Slim, content to soak him in throughout every second.

"I regret meeting you here, you'll have to excuse my untidy appearance."

[purgation]

Once the cards are deposited into the dropbox, Yuri doesn't seem to pay them any further mind. It's true, they're not merely a gift, that they could definitely be seen as something being given in exchange for talking, but there's really no guarantee Hisoka will say anything of interest, is there? So instead, the true purpose behind the giving of the cards is to determine what Hisoka will make of them on his own, without prompting. Or if he'll even bother with them at all while Yuri is there.

"I would say that, yes. It is a very good start so far, all things considered." He nods politely, arms disappearing behind his back, hands clasping together. "Your appearance isn't offensive, you needn't apologize."

If he's uncomfortable with the way Hisoka watches him, he doesn't show it. What does show, however, is a slight flicker of approval when Hisoka finally rises from his cot and comes closer. Better to converse this way. No need for raised voices. Conversations can be held a little more privately...if necessary.

"How long is the remainder of your sentence?"

[debauchewy]

Oh yes, he'd rather speak on a more personal level, they certainly agree on that. Yuri gains his full attention, the cards as if forgotten for the time being. Any shifts, even slight, Hisoka will make a point to notice, watching him intensely, though this man sure has some composure ngh-- promising.

"January first." A lie. But he says it in the same way he'd say the truth, keeping his same expression, cocking his head.

"You couldn't've come here just to ask that, unless you really did just want to see me for yourself." Eyes slim, jutting his chin out a little and splitting his lips to show a little teeth.

"Did you?"

Surprise. (January 8th,)

[cephalothorax]

Chrollo arrived in the evening hours of January the 7th, and he did so with little fuss and without announcing himself. Quietly, and immediately, he set about learning.

He read the information provided to him by those who greeted him and gave him his communicator, his keys. He read the newspapers, the network. He read Tattlecrime for a while too, although websites aren't nearly as satisfying as old books, new print. He read, and he absorbed, and his mind spun webs in his head, chose paths, made decisions.

And he'd expected to be alone here - aside from those chirping children Nobunaga liked so much. (Why are they here, anyway?) But he isn't.

...well, not entirely.

He learns this from the headlines, the news reports, from some months ago. He learns it through the poorly typed but unmistakeable text messages strewn over the network, as well. Even if he didn't have the older reports, that video of sprawling card castles, he would recognize that "voice." Even in text, it's unmistakeable.

So the first thing he does, as a new citizen of this fair world, is set out to a certain Government Holding Facility.

It's early afternoon, January 8th. Chrollo dresses modestly, wraps his forehead. And he presses his fingers against the glass before him just before he says, "Hisoka."

Shit

[debauchewy]

He's not exactly asleep when he hears the word- his name. When that voice hits him. He's not exactly asleep but he's dreaming enough for it to seem part of it. A voice he shouldn't be hearing, hm? Chrollo was gone after all, but he still hears it.

A smile curls over his lips, not that Chrollo will see it, Hisoka is laying on his back in his cell, the light bright, glaring, they turned it on not long ago but he just stayed there, was allowed to lay there, what else did he have to do.

"You said you'd visit." He responds quietly, under his breath mostly, staying laid back on his cot amidst his delicate fortress of cards. Chrollo won't see much BUT those cards. Hisoka's legs, up his stomach a little, but laying back he won't see his face, how faded his hair is.

[cephalothorax]

Chrollo tips his head slightly, watching the cell more than its occupant. Primarily because the occupant is currently outside his field of view, for the most part. Of course... there are other reasons, as well. Who could look away from those cards, carefully placed, perfectly balanced. Who could help but stare and wonder...

How long did it take? How bored must he have been? Hisoka is an active person, after all - Chrollo can only imagine how he must feel, locked in a cage? He must have been maddened, at first, and now... subdued? He seems half-asleep, which may account for it, but even so, the atmosphere seems... strange. Different. And that leg is a little too thin.

"Did I?" He's sure he didn't. After all, he just arrived. But of course, he isn't confused. Research reveals a great many things - the presence of "friends" and foes alike. The presence of oneself. Yes, he saw his own face staring back at him, talking in the way he talks, making that same expression - the one he uses to cover his face. What a strange sensation, like watching yourself in a dream. "It's not like me to forget something like that."

[debauchewy]

"You-" He starts to say. His eyes peel open though, and he stares up for a moment, suddenly aware- that there really is someone there on the other side of the glass. He's gotten visitors by now, and he'll be out soon... He's fallen into just- waiting now, instead of trying to pretend like he's filling his time with useful tasks. Waiting and

"You..." A slight breath, sitting up. His body shivers for a moment before he lifts his chin higher and looks- up, seeing half of someone familiar.

Did Killua lie? No. What reason would he have to? He doubts he did considering he normally lies with purpose. If not that then- "You're back." Said and his voice is- weak. Slight lift to his tone, surprise. His eyes widening slightly, no smile on his face, just staring. He can't help it, isn't it- supposed to be rare, people showing up here? And so quickly.

He's weak though. Weak enough to show more honest emotion than usual on his oddly sunken face. Months, a single month would've already been too much for him, a week even. But four. Hisoka's more worn away than he'd ever like to be, ever want to be seen as. Thinner than usual, giving a new definition to pale. And the almost- feral way he hands his head and glares through his hair suggests a hunger that's eaten away at his insides. Active doesn't even cut it.

He'll smile finally. Forget- then. He doesn't remember anything from being here? Does it matter? No.

"Happy New Year~"

[cephalothorax]

Once Hisoka moves, sits up and looks his way, an infinite number of theories come together, clicking, interlocking like puzzle pieces in Chrollo's mind.

The simplest parts are obvious, public record, even: Hisoka had been arrested... what was the date on that? four months ago. Hisoka had fallen into bloodlust and killed, and so he was sent here for "rehabilitation." The first month would have been bad, of course, but at that time Chrollo's other self had been present at that time, and must have come to see him - you said you'd visit. Others may have as well. That, at least, would keep the time moving. But people drift off over weeks and months, and inside the cell, minutes would feel like hours, and then days, and then weeks. Confinement is always toxic, even to those who need it most in the eyes of society. Sometimes, in fact, to them more than others.

So now it's been four months. Time must feel endless - must have come to feel endless. That's where public record ends and perception begins. He knows Hisoka's face - always angular, sharp at the edges, but never as much as this. He knows the bright shock of Hisoka's hair, currently dull, showing roots (oh - that must be his real color, then). He knows Hisoka's voice - its confidence, its rich tone, now breaking down. Everything about him, grown dull, grown pale, starving from the inside out. The hunger... evident inside those eyes.

That stare, that at least is not dull.

...it's a little satisfying, if he's honest with himself. Even so, this isn't time to luxuriate in the edicts of karma.

Chrollo smiles a little, cold around the edges but pleasant nonetheless. "Happy New Year. Here's to new starts."

And what an interesting one this is.

[debauchewy]

The smile is contagious is anything, leads to the corners of Hisoka's mouth to drift up more before his entire body slowly scoots and moves to stand. A wisp of himself, unfortunately, but while he can hide from a video feed on the network, there's not point to trying in person, so he stands tall, doesn't shrug back. Slips past and through card towards without touching them to stand by the glass. Close.

Red yes- his real colour. Almost funny that he's normally red haired and yet he dyes it a different type of red often, hm?

"New starts- yes." Lips peeling. "Infact, you've just made it for one of mine, how lucky for you- Chrollo--" The word escapes with a long breath, his shoulders shaking just barely as a shudder runs down his spine. Hisoka's lids low, starting at Chrollo's face, down his neck, his chest, down, and up. Drinking him in. Yes. Same person, same age too it looks like. Though he wonders what he remembers from home then- it'll be fresh. COuld he be after he got his Nen then? Or even- after he removed that Nen beast from his shoulder? Is he at full power now?

The hand on his hip tightens, where there are usually long nails, now filed down, he grips into the rough fabric of his pants, latching onto his own him. Won't make a move to show it, but Chrollo might notice the tension in his hand.

He was fine before, when Chrollo was here. For the most part anyway- to along their fight to wait. With Chrollo suggesting how- perfect he could become with the right abilities taken and placed in that book- well... It was a fetching offer. But now, after nothing for so long, after accepting the fact that Chrollo was gone and most likely wouldn't be back soon?

Fuck waiting.

Two days he'll be out and all he wants is to get his hands around his neck, see his eyes roll back, feel his wind pipe collapse. He'll gladly go back to jail for that fight... For that kill.

Maybe he's not thinking right now. He has a tendency not to. That hungry look though- it's worse. Infact Chrollo might be strongly alarmed at the complete LACK of aura Hisoka has right now considering that expression on his face. Unless Chrollo has studied enough to know how this holding cell works.