[Ah, but he quite likes small talk. Hisoka most likely tries at it a few times before it falls flat and he sighs to himself, smiling a little. The business types, why does he keep ending up with them? It's almost funny. But ah, he supposes it's been all types here too, Dorian, Elsa, Abduxel, they were quite different from Crocodile and Chrollo. Or was it just what reminded him of Chrollo in Crocodile he was linking to?]
[Ah. Why the hell did it matter?]
[He'll set a hand on Crocodile's thigh a little after they start driving, rubbing and squeezing at his thigh when he finds chit chat is beyond him.]
[Familiar place it seems, and ah, door being opened for him? How nice! He'll follow, noting Crocodile's continued sternness, abruptness. Was he going to try something this time? Or would this time just start them off? Perhaps aim to get Hisoka comfortable and maybe lower his guard later? Hard to say.]
Mmm of course. [A glance around and he'll actually just, follow him to the wash room. Leans at the door frame, watches him place the small animal in the tub, smirks, and steps in when Crocodile's standing back up again.]
I wonder why- [He starts, shifting to hop up on the sink infront of him, his knees spreading, his hands lifting up to slide around Crocodile's ears, into his slick, black hair. Ah, familiar enough that it makes his heart flutter slightly. But not that man, someone else. He smiles, rubbing his thumbs against the corners of his jaw on either side.]
But then, I'm sure I already know. Let's at least make it fun, okay?
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[Ah. Why the hell did it matter?]
[He'll set a hand on Crocodile's thigh a little after they start driving, rubbing and squeezing at his thigh when he finds chit chat is beyond him.]
[Familiar place it seems, and ah, door being opened for him? How nice! He'll follow, noting Crocodile's continued sternness, abruptness. Was he going to try something this time? Or would this time just start them off? Perhaps aim to get Hisoka comfortable and maybe lower his guard later? Hard to say.]
Mmm of course. [A glance around and he'll actually just, follow him to the wash room. Leans at the door frame, watches him place the small animal in the tub, smirks, and steps in when Crocodile's standing back up again.]
I wonder why- [He starts, shifting to hop up on the sink infront of him, his knees spreading, his hands lifting up to slide around Crocodile's ears, into his slick, black hair. Ah, familiar enough that it makes his heart flutter slightly. But not that man, someone else. He smiles, rubbing his thumbs against the corners of his jaw on either side.]
But then, I'm sure I already know. Let's at least make it fun, okay?