Poor Shalnark, he probably joined as the manipulator and just knew a little about computers because he played video games a bit. And then they made him the computer guy. Now you're on your own, Chrollo, good thing you like to read. You could also just ask someone...
Chrollo's quiet for a reasonable about of time. Hisoka suspects it could be a range of things. Judging his situation, his own situation. He probably just arrived within a few days so he doesn't doubt that Chrollo's been spending his time here learning everything he can, reading everything he can. So does Hisoka's situation confuse him at all? Or is he contemplating on what to do WITH this man. Even without his aura, Chrollo's smart, he knows how much Hisoka wishes for this fight, has waiting for it, worked for it. Than he sees it in him, that building tension behind his skin, in his chest? He he guessed how long he has left in here? How close this fight he'd want would be?
It's difficult for him to think deeply on it with where his mind is. Hisoka's never been good at self control and four months in a cell playing pretend and being good hasn't done well for it either. He's thinking more on his wants, on potentials, on how Chrollo's back and how funny it is.
His eyes dart to the fingers on the glass, watching the skin flatten, go lighter, finding the gesture to make his lips part, speed his breath a little.
"Hn-" A twitch, smiling suddenly, closing his eyes and tilting his head down. "Hn heh- hahaha--" A winded laugh, standing there with his hands going slack at his sides now, with a slight hunch in his back.
"Even if you revive here? I suppose it would really have to be good for me to want more, hm? You're no different from how you were before, stringing me along." Lifts his head up a little, eyes open, but slim.
"I-" Starts to speak again and it had a grittier, ravenous sound to it before he takes a breath and stops himself. Again his eyes close and he pulls in a deep breath, ducking his head down and pushing a hand up infront of his eyes, into his sagging bangs. "Ha-" The breath, a sigh, shakes from him slightly, and he moves, going to sit on the ground instead now, his other hand going to snarl into his shirt at his stomach, claw at himself through the cloth a little. A weak position maybe. But he's tired, and not used to being so tired. And bored, and not used to being so bored. It's wonder how he hasn't actually gone mad in here.
Impatient, right- but he's saying this for his own benefit Hisoka assumes. Wasn't he ready for the fight just before his announcement to lack of Nen. He wanted him there, is he like that now? He is- being a little impatient. He doesn't even know what this world made of Chrollo, not yet. Ah, and now he might not tell him, seeing how he showed him a few cards. Had Hisoka thought to control himself more, Chrollo might not've been so inclined to persuade him against a fight.
He looks up now, butterfly position as he sits, arms resting on his legs with his hand sunk into his lap at the middle. Tired again, restrained though. He forces himself to reel back. Has to anyway, that glass and all. No point in getting too excited when he still has a few days in here...
"And what has it made of you? What could it? You've been given your Nen again then? Or- merely that ability to take? Your first time here you mentioned being a clean slate, is it the same now?" Not that he expects the truth, but he might as well ask.
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Chrollo's quiet for a reasonable about of time. Hisoka suspects it could be a range of things. Judging his situation, his own situation. He probably just arrived within a few days so he doesn't doubt that Chrollo's been spending his time here learning everything he can, reading everything he can. So does Hisoka's situation confuse him at all? Or is he contemplating on what to do WITH this man. Even without his aura, Chrollo's smart, he knows how much Hisoka wishes for this fight, has waiting for it, worked for it. Than he sees it in him, that building tension behind his skin, in his chest? He he guessed how long he has left in here? How close this fight he'd want would be?
It's difficult for him to think deeply on it with where his mind is. Hisoka's never been good at self control and four months in a cell playing pretend and being good hasn't done well for it either. He's thinking more on his wants, on potentials, on how Chrollo's back and how funny it is.
His eyes dart to the fingers on the glass, watching the skin flatten, go lighter, finding the gesture to make his lips part, speed his breath a little.
"Hn-" A twitch, smiling suddenly, closing his eyes and tilting his head down. "Hn heh- hahaha--" A winded laugh, standing there with his hands going slack at his sides now, with a slight hunch in his back.
"Even if you revive here? I suppose it would really have to be good for me to want more, hm? You're no different from how you were before, stringing me along." Lifts his head up a little, eyes open, but slim.
"I-" Starts to speak again and it had a grittier, ravenous sound to it before he takes a breath and stops himself. Again his eyes close and he pulls in a deep breath, ducking his head down and pushing a hand up infront of his eyes, into his sagging bangs. "Ha-" The breath, a sigh, shakes from him slightly, and he moves, going to sit on the ground instead now, his other hand going to snarl into his shirt at his stomach, claw at himself through the cloth a little. A weak position maybe. But he's tired, and not used to being so tired. And bored, and not used to being so bored. It's wonder how he hasn't actually gone mad in here.
Impatient, right- but he's saying this for his own benefit Hisoka assumes. Wasn't he ready for the fight just before his announcement to lack of Nen. He wanted him there, is he like that now? He is- being a little impatient. He doesn't even know what this world made of Chrollo, not yet. Ah, and now he might not tell him, seeing how he showed him a few cards. Had Hisoka thought to control himself more, Chrollo might not've been so inclined to persuade him against a fight.
He looks up now, butterfly position as he sits, arms resting on his legs with his hand sunk into his lap at the middle. Tired again, restrained though. He forces himself to reel back. Has to anyway, that glass and all. No point in getting too excited when he still has a few days in here...
"And what has it made of you? What could it? You've been given your Nen again then? Or- merely that ability to take? Your first time here you mentioned being a clean slate, is it the same now?" Not that he expects the truth, but he might as well ask.