[Mostly contained with a bit more frotting, gasping, and eye rolling, Hisoka will finally move him.]
[The over cast night makes it easier to move around in the dark, especially when you're carrying another man on your back and your clothing just- doesn't seem to want to stay on him. All the large burned holes not really helping though thankfully his pants are mostly intact.]
[He's moved him further from the bustling night life of down town, to a building in an more remote district that was easy enough to get in. Nothing rundown or condemned, just one that seems to never get enough business and isn't currently being rented out. Top floor, inside, and Lunatic will find himself dangling upside down in an empty, quiet room with large floor length windows. His feet together and bound up to the ceiling by seemingly nothing, and his hands together and bound to the floor in the same mysterious manner. Pulled tight enough that he just looks like another pillar holding up that empty ceiling in that large empty room made to fill cubicles that were never built.]
[Hisoka assumes he might pull that fire trick again, which would be annoying since the battle's been won after all, but feels he might be winded enough after that many hits that it should be okay. After all, not only had he thoroughly pummeled him out of consciousness, but he kept him strung up for quite some time. Kept his arms and legs really pulled, possibly even dislocated two of his limbs. He hadn't really noticed. He was too busy rocking up against him in some fight induced form of ecstasy. Either way he stands, watching him. The light of his phone casting up on his face as he sends out a message.]
[Hips cocked, still in those bright pants and heels but his shirts are gone now. Discarded in favour of well- nothing, his upper body completely nude aside from the large aggravated burns covering areas of his back.]
Hm.. [His arm dropping, pocketing his communicator and he steps over to Lunatic, crouching down to get them face to face, though Hisoka's right side up. Extending a hand out, he slides his fingers over that mask, takes it in, and- moves to remove it slowly, finally, wanting to get a look at who it is. Who's given him- such a wonderful night, an such a wonderful gift to pass on.]
2/2 After a brief fade to black moment
[The over cast night makes it easier to move around in the dark, especially when you're carrying another man on your back and your clothing just- doesn't seem to want to stay on him. All the large burned holes not really helping though thankfully his pants are mostly intact.]
[He's moved him further from the bustling night life of down town, to a building in an more remote district that was easy enough to get in. Nothing rundown or condemned, just one that seems to never get enough business and isn't currently being rented out. Top floor, inside, and Lunatic will find himself dangling upside down in an empty, quiet room with large floor length windows. His feet together and bound up to the ceiling by seemingly nothing, and his hands together and bound to the floor in the same mysterious manner. Pulled tight enough that he just looks like another pillar holding up that empty ceiling in that large empty room made to fill cubicles that were never built.]
[Hisoka assumes he might pull that fire trick again, which would be annoying since the battle's been won after all, but feels he might be winded enough after that many hits that it should be okay. After all, not only had he thoroughly pummeled him out of consciousness, but he kept him strung up for quite some time. Kept his arms and legs really pulled, possibly even dislocated two of his limbs. He hadn't really noticed. He was too busy rocking up against him in some fight induced form of ecstasy. Either way he stands, watching him. The light of his phone casting up on his face as he sends out a message.]
[Hips cocked, still in those bright pants and heels but his shirts are gone now. Discarded in favour of well- nothing, his upper body completely nude aside from the large aggravated burns covering areas of his back.]
Hm.. [His arm dropping, pocketing his communicator and he steps over to Lunatic, crouching down to get them face to face, though Hisoka's right side up. Extending a hand out, he slides his fingers over that mask, takes it in, and- moves to remove it slowly, finally, wanting to get a look at who it is. Who's given him- such a wonderful night, an such a wonderful gift to pass on.]
Pee- ah- booo~