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Pick a card, any card. [OPEN]

WHO: Hisoka and YOU
WHERE: Various
WHEN: Throughout October
WHAT: Various, October Catch-all, can be at prompts given or plotted out and placed here, if you'd like to plot out with me, just private message this journal and we'll get to it!
WARNINGS: Violence, sexual themes.

Prompts below cut. More may be added over time.

General Opening

He's possibly in the most foul mood he's been since arriving here. Which is saying something. While Hisoka can be a treachery, he's usually on the happy side. Being in a foul mood is rare for him, but in this case, not without good reason. He's just not used to dealing with emotional distress, the extent of what he is used to is usually just sour disappointment. But even that fixes itself quickly. This? This is different. And instead of being able to change it or help it out of his system, he knows he's to blame for it at all.

How annoying.

But instead of dwell on things he certainly doesn't want to, he'd rather fill his time, and he has a few ways in mind already. Some promises, and a new job that he's actually a little excited for, even with how rather mundane it would be. But it'd be a good way to keep occupied, if nothing else. And that wasn't all, he knew he had some people to call should he really wish to.

A - Heropa - Night Moves

Ah, dark, but then it's pretty late and a cloudy night. There's really no light to speak of with what of the moon is there, if it's there, covered by the clouds in the dark sky. Same with the stars. So all there really is are street lights and the occasional car. But it's not too busy either. Late night, the sort of time that holds a silence to it, even with the few cars still out. The people out on the street, it's hard to say why they're there, why you're there. Maybe you or they- maybe you got caught up at work, maybe you fell asleep at a friends for too long. Maybe you just wanted to be outside for a bit and your walk lasted longer than expected.

But you're there, and it's dark.

Not a lot further to walk, but you know you can cut through some alleys, and really they're not too dark with the street lights on either side. So you wait till you find one where no one's around because you're not an idiot- or maybe you just take the next one.

The alley's a lot darker once you step into it. And as you walk, you hear... more footsteps. A second set? Behind you- you know you do. But as soon as you're sure you hear them, they're suddenly gone. You can't hear them anymore, but you're sure they were there.

What do you do?

B - Heropa - Lucky Cat Café [Weekday mornings, except Friday]

Well, he took the job because this place is owned by Cass. That and he wanted to fill up some more of his time. He figured he could just quit if it really proved to not be amusing enough, but he didn't think the novelty would fade that quickly. So he might as well try? And if the novelty did start to fade well surely he could make his own fun for a while too.

But some days into the job and he's not as sure. First of all, the t-shirt he has to wear as part of the uniform is not his thing... It's a bit tight in the shoulders and chest and over all is just boring. At least with his suits he could be a bit more playful. And he's sure not going to wear that baseball cap, and doesn't, keeping his hair a bright pink but usually not slicking it back for this job. Well, the shirt's more comfortable compared to the suits for the casino- at least there's that.

Still it's definitely something to see Hisoka in such a place, well working there anyway. He usually keeps to the register but sometimes walks out to bring food and drinks to customers when they're dining in. Depending on if you know him or not, this might be quite the service, or really, it's just weird enough to see it in general without anything in particular happening.

So either you see him at the register, or you've sat down and are waiting for your food or drink to be brought to you. It'll be Hisoka there, and it's hard to say what mischief he might spark up depending on who you are, or the impression you give. But hey, it IS kind of nice to be served in a cafe by a pretty nice looking guy, right? At least there's that, and he's really not afraid to flirt either.

B2 - Heropa - Lucky Cat Café [Weekday mornings, except Friday]

Or maybe- you're 'lucky' enough to catch him on his break. But he won't be doing much aside from sitting at one of the tables with something sweet to eat infront of him. Hisoka's always been known to like company though. Why not join him? As someone he knows or not.

Or ignore him and walk past-

Well, try to walk past. For some reason, your foot sticks to the ground right as you try to walk past his table.

There's an awkward pause and Hisoka slowly turns to look up to you with a slightly confused look on his face. Of course it's a lie, he's the reason you're stuck there at all! But he's pretending like he hasn't a clue.

"Did you need something?" A smile, setting his chin on a hand. "Or are you trying to say hello?"

C - Maurtia Falls - Drink up

Well, you did have a drink. You came to this bar not long ago and are pretty sure you only got a couple sips in, not the whole glass. So where is it? Some looking around and you'll notice whatever you were drinking is being picked up by someone else now. A man with bright pink hair in a white and light blue suit.

He smiles to you, picking up and tipping the glass back despite it definitely not being his own. How rude. Just get your own drink, jackoff.

"Hm?" A thoughtful look over to you. He'll lick his lips, tilting his head a little, and offer a small smile.

"What? Is there a reason you're sitting way over there?" Come to think of it- even if that drink DOES look like yours, how did it get all the way over there to this guy? Wouldn't you have seen him get up and come over and take it?

Wildcard - Make your own

If none of the above prompts appeal to you but you'd like to play out something with Hisoka, feel free to just make something up and post it in here! I'll follow along no problem. Hisoka's pretty active and everywhere so it's likely he'll get into all sorts of situations.

If you want to play something with me and aren't sure about what though, just message Hisoka's journal and I'd love to work out something with you.

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The location he gave the boy in Heropa wasn't too hard to find, infact, the park was rather close to where the porter was that led to Heropa from the other imPort cities. You could see the trees sitting amidst the buildings not far to the left, so the address he gave lead to a whole block of an area. He's be a little surprised to hear if he couldn't find it.

And there he sat, enjoying the park for it's spread out company and cool air. Hisoka sat at one of the stone sets of chairs and chess tables in an area the park paths all seemed to converge into. Cards in hand, he shuffled quietly as he sat, wearing the brightest clothes in the park and quite possibly outing himself to Yang as the person he was meeting.

That- and possibly making Yang now question his decision to meet up with this person.

Edited 2015-10-19 22:49 (UTC)

The new arrivals always proved exciting for Hisoka, but naturally they would. Fresh blood, bright new spirits and abilities... he hoped for those who came in intact though. Those that came in and were as impressive as they had been before this place, before the Porter shifted them, added to them. Who ever this person was on the network, man, woman, human or not, it didn't quite matter to him anymore as long as they were living breathing and impressive. Impressive in a way that those that fight for it are, those that make themselves who they are. It was better that way, though being born into power wasn't bad either- it was just so much more swaying when that power was worked with and molded.

This Lord, it sounded like that. And he needs another distraction.

With how busy his mind was with Chrollo recently, and how busy many of his other toys were these days, the new arrivals would have to be the well he drew from to get his fix. Crocodile could only do so much on his own after all. Though something told him a person like this Lord might not take to well to being played with.

Wonderful.

So he'll meet with him. His own eagerness apparent, not that this man will know. Hisoka's usually late to most meetings or events, but he'll get to this one before the other man. Waiting there in bright red suit and tie with a black undershirt and high heeled shoes. His usual more 'business' like attire for his night job at the casino, complete with slicked back pink hair and dark red eye shadow and bright red lashes. He looked the part of an eccentric, but at least not as eccentric as he could. Hisoka certainly had an odd style but it mellowed out a little more after his killing spree. Not that he didn't return to it often, he quite like the near 'jester' look he had. He wasn't about to be surprised by the appearance of his company at all either, and when he joins him there at that huge hole in the ground, he'll smile, and greet him.

A step closer in those heels not at all meant for ground like this, but the way he moves suggests otherwise. The things he could do in heels was almost some porter granted power in and of itself.

"How kind, I hardly waited~"

There is a shift and the air gains a chill before Voldemort has even fully appeared. His black robes look to be made of smoke and they are gossamer thin as they fall into place around his body. He has given himself a human nose - the only change he has made to his appearance since arriving - but it does little to hide the fact that his body is far different from anyone else's.

If his chest did not rise and fall - if his eyes - sometimes icy blue and other times a deep red - did not move - he might well be considered a corpse. Yet there is something infinitely graceful about his long fingers as he pulls out his wand.

"I abhor tardiness." his voice is hushed, but there is a bite to it and, as he smiles, fangs are briefly visible. They are not what would be considered appropriate for a Vampire - they are hardly long enough - but perhaps for a serpent they would be perfect.

"Shall we begin?" his smirk is not concealed by his cloak, though the hood is drawn over his head.

The chill is nice, and for a moment it could've just been air really. He might've thought of it as that. But this sort of chill... no, it was different, it had to be, especially with his company appearing so quickly after it, and what and entrance. It makes a whole new chill in him and he smiles to himself, his eyes slimming.

"Do you? I'll have to remember that." As in, probably not remember, or purposely remember and be late. Though he generally was a late person anyway, and knowing it'd ruffle someone only made him like the idea of being late more.

That voice though, there's something nice about it, the way he speaks, looks. It had evil villain written all over it. He's read a few things and watched a few things since arriving here. Certainly nothing to be alarmed by as far as Hisoka's concerned though, and he'll offer a small nod, staying in place now.

"Please do." Lifting a hand to set a thumb under his chin, his other resting on a cock out corner of his hips.

He gives Hisoka a measuring look - almost as if he can sense his rebellious nature. However he does not comment on it; instead, he paces closer, his boots barely making any sound on the pavement. With a quick whip of his wand, he obliterates a wall with a lightning strike, sending rubble flying through the air.

"A simple spell." he comments, casting another quick Charm to defend them from the debris. The rocks bounce off of the barrier he creates and he barely spares them a glance.

"Of course not all Magic is so...destructive. It can be far more subtle." his gaze takes in Hisoka's reaction, a small smile tugging at his lips, "The two spells I just performed are considered Charms."

He smiles as he watches. Not a single flinch. Used to violence, destruction, and wild shows of it as well. But with such a simple gesture, and with such confidence, it said a good degree about his man. The man some called 'Lord.'

He's smiling when he's looked at. A little more tense, but not in fear. He feels his skin heating a little, his stomach twisting. Hisoka lets out a lot breath, he nostrils flaring a little as he slowly returns his eyes to that darkness in his company's hood, still not a good look at his face- but he doesn't really need it.

"Oh? Charms? I imagine- from what I've seen, Charms play with the purpose of something then, or change it? 'Charming' it?" A slight head tilt, he lifts a hand.

"Giving lightning or electricity a different 'purpose'. And that barrier. Was it charming us then? Or the space around us?"

Edited 2015-10-06 01:33 (UTC)

Destroying a wall is a small feat for a Wizard of his magnitude. There have been times he has been covered head to toe in blood. When he loses his temper, no one is safe and he does not mourn their loss. One has to feel empathy for that.

"You could see it that way. Charms can destroy, fix, conceal, protect, defend... The spells add properties to that which already exists." he waves a pale hand to the barrier he had created, "The space around us was blocked by an invisible wall and, as you surmised, the electricity in the lightning was...repurposed. It exists in the air naturally and the spell caused it to gather into a powerful force. I then directed it."

He is not a bad teacher if one ignores his aura.

"There are Hexes, Curses and spells for Transfiguration too."

How nice. He's certainly like to see him losing that temper then.

He certainly liked that aura as well, and the way this man speaks, how put together his words were. It was possible he was forming a type now, or perhaps it was just that those with power seemed to often be similar in personalities? That dark confidence... there was a reason to find it attractive, in Hisoka's mind anyway.

He hasn't decided what he wants to do with this person just yet. For now, watching him and being in his presence was entertaining enough.

"Will you just be describing those then? I assume you'd need a participant should you want to show me..." A low lidded gaze. Should he?

"I might be inclined to agree to it." What the hell. Why not? He liked a good thrill. And looking at this man... there was always the possibility he could just kill him, but in this world he hardly had that fear, not that he ever feared death or pain anyway. If anything, that sort of power just got him off. So curse away...

"If you wish." he doesn't mind instructing and spreading the word about the true might of Magic, but there is something that causes him to pause. His uncertainties are confirmed when the man offers himself as a willing participant.

For a moment, he is reminded of Bellatrix or one of his ever loyal Death Eaters. The majority of them are mad and he well knows it, but he enjoys their company and their...willingness.

Turning, he lowers his hood in one smooth motion, revealing his features in full. The more time he spends in this world, the more his appearance will change. It is inevitable that he must...fit in.

But not yet.

"Are you so eager to feel Magic for yourself?" he extends his wand and draws the tip down Hisoka's cheek, "There is nothing else like it."

What will it take to convince him?

'Mad' might be a good word for him. He had his moments, that was for sure. When blood lust too him over, when all he wanted was to feel pressed upon by someone strong, someone worthy, or to take them down with his own hands and feel all they were crumble. A 'madness' that could easily take hold of him if he didn't keep himself distracted enough. As was part of his agreement with Chrollo, he'd prove a distraction for Hisoka, in exchange for Hisoka's help.

Of course, that deal... well.

It was different now. Though he was still inclined to help Chrollo gain new abilities. Like this man's, this 'magic.' He wasn't sure yet though. Who ever this person was, he certainly liked to play along, how nice. And without a flinch at that appearance he smiles, tilting his cheek a little against the tip of that wand and slimming his eyes. His smile a bit darker.

"Ah well-" Said as he raises a hand up, casting his aura into the air and over the other man's face. He won't be able to see it, the gesture will seem more like one someone does to give more flare to their speech. But his aura is there, invisible for now, covering Voldemort's face before he pulls his hand back, gently curling his fingers. More meaningless gestures with meaning, pulling his aura away then, like some film off the other man's face. Like he stuck clay there and made a mold, all without it being seen.

"I'm already tingling with anticipation." And he slides his long nailed hand up over his own face, 'smearing' his aura over him in a way. Still unseen unless Voldemort knows to focus on it. The gesture uses that 'mold' he made of Voldemort's appearance and casts it on himself, making the man Voldemort is looking at, himself. Himself in that red suit and those black high heels.

Another gesture of his hand and he grins with teeth that don't look to be his at all.

"Show me!"

Some instinct tells him to follow Hisoka's hand. He leaves his wand tip against the man's cheek and waits - a serpent poised. Even if he cannot see or fully sense the power, he can feel...a change. His body is attuned to such and he is curious.

What can this one do?

"Well?" he echoes only to be faced with, well, his face. Instead of appearing disturbed or irritated, however, Voldemort tilts his head and examines Hisoka's work. Long, pale fingers touch a cheek, a neck, a chest...

"Is this power yours or was it given?" a useful power - like a Polyjuice Potion yet infinitely quicker and less complicated, "I can never refuse myself."

The wand is raised again and this time, he casts a Concealment Charm on Hisoka. His skin will change from the pallor that Voldemort associates with himself to blend with their surroundings. Even his clothes will change.

"Or would you rather..." without warning, he hurls a Knockback Jinx, smirking mischievously.

The way that hand touches at his face, his neck- it gives him a slight shiver and he'll turn his head for him, lift his chin.

"It's mine, something I'm still perfecting even now." The porter granted him abilities, but nothing he'd consider as useful as his own Nen and it's potential. Having it studied like this as well, it feels nice, keeps his smile up. And those fingers feel so cold against his skin, goosebumps forming on his arms, on his neck.

"Ha-!" A moment of surprise, a shift in himself occurring before he's suddenly thrown back. he doesn't fall onto his ass though, and his 'magic' is not his only strength. Hisoka lands with grace on his feet, those high heels grinding back into the ground a bit till he slows to a stop and looks over his body, to what else was changed about him, and then suddenly looks up, his eyes wide. His smile winding.

"I didn't take you for so playful- I'm surprised." A slight whine to his breath, standing up straight again. "How cute."

The transformation is remarkable - flawless - and Voldemort is impressed. It is not easy to coax such an emotion from him - or any emotion from him for that matter. However he has always loved seeing Magic put to work well.

"There is a Potion that has the same effect, but it does not last. How long can you retain another's appearance?" he can feel the warm pulse of blood and that is well enough. Hisoka is far more...alive...than him. The Magician likely has his full soul intact, after all.

"Your reflexes are good." not many would be able to withstand the Jinx and his expression is thoughtful, "Magic isn't all serious." though the spells he had just used are obviously helpful if one wants to hide or win a duel, "I have never been called that before."

And he isn't quite sure how to take it.

"My wand isn't necessary for me to cast such spells either. I suppose you could say I am fond of it, however."

His Yew and Phoenix Feather wand.

Well but not well enough. Out of the abilities Hisoka has crafted himself, that one is the newest and less maintained. He has little interest in masking his appearance bit developed for a few reasons. For someone else mostly. And because this world made it almost a must if he wanted to enjoy himself more. He's finally managed to get it to copy the look of hair. That was a big step.

"My 'magic' relies more on my concentration. I can keep it maintained as long as I care to." Which could be a while of done on himself. But he doesn't really care to leave it long, so he can't say for sure. He's fickle after all, that was more a part of him than his age though. Still much younger than Voldemort. But he's dedicating himself to his ability in very much the same way.

"No one?". Said with a small little frown as he stands.

"Theres probably a few reasons for that." Pointing up to him and turning his head slightly.

"Your appearance. Were you an ugly boy? Or maybe..." A smile, his expression sly. "Have they been to scared to dare?" Calling the Dark Lord 'cute' might be overstepping bounds, right? But Hisoka doesn't seem scared of him at all, even as he realizes how strong this man might be. How with this one... Perhaps he is in over his head? It felt like... Netero did, in his presence. This Lord... But being that powerful didn't deter him at all.

"It's not?" A curious look to the object. Hell step closer, offering his hand.

"May I see it?" More things those that know this man might never do. But again, fear was the last thing Hisoka felt. He wasn't swayed by fear either. Not really. He was swayed by power in a different way.

In Heropa, he could mostly be found in his wolf form. When he was in public, walking around, trying to get free food, exploring and staying out of too much trouble... or getting into more trouble. He was having a good day, spending the whole day out here with a big goofy grin and his tongue out. But when the sun set and it was time to find a place to sleep, he was ready to be a human again.

With most of the streets having people here and there, he waited until he found an empty alley. Going as far down the alley as he possibly could, he waited until he was sure no one was around before he turned from wolf to human. With the brush of his pants, he started to take a step when...

Other steps.

Was someone watching?

But when he noticed, the footsteps were gone.

"Whose there?! Show yerself!"

[ Maurtia Falls, Hisoka had said. Grey is not familiar with it. It's not that he doesn't have interest in the world around him; it's just that the world around him is really excessively big, and even after a year here, that still has a tendency to make him anxious. He doesn't just travel without a goal in mind. He knows Heropa well, and he is beginning to know De Chima, and he knows where Nonah is - though its trains make him avoid it. Maurtia Falls is a place he only knows because of Archangel, and thus, he only knows the places where Archangel has taken him.

Which is not something he's actually supposed to admit to anyone, anyway.

Going to Maurtia Falls without Archangel, without a destination in mind, is strange and daunting. But he goes, insisting when questioned that he's visiting a friend, and then he wonders whether that's remotely even close to true. Hisoka had never been cruel, but he'd been strange. Sly, somehow.

Grey ports, and waits for him. Hisoka won't know what he looks like, he knows. So he waits by the entrance. He's quiet, and not just because he doesn't talk. His open-shirted, bare-chested appearance has a way of drawing eyes to him, but his ruffled hair, intent expression, and multitude of tattoos have a way of passing them on again. Grey looks lean and strong, covered with wiry muscle, and his eyes are watchful. The sleeves of his shirt are pushed up, and his left wrist is covered by tightly wrapped leather bands, which cover the particular tattoo that marks him as an import. His hands are pocketed, with one holding onto his phone, in case Hisoka contacts him that way. ]

[Compared to a train? And the fact that they only ever got to stay in that small part of it? Yeah, this world- the whole earth... or even just this single country, it'd be big. How nice of him to make this trip despite not being familiar with Maurtia Falls yet. Hisoka will be touched he put forth the effort. Though, he's already curious enough about him. About how he fights, about why he'd agree to this fight now. He doesn't question his own ability as well as how above it will most likely be compared to Grey, but it's not really about levels to him. He wants to see what they can do. How the fight occurs. If something gleams in Grey's eyes.]

[A man that fought and died- expected to fight and die for another man. It could be moving.]

Hm...

[He's late, of course. Grey's had to wait at least twenty minutes by now. But Hisoka's actually been nearby longer than that. Watching a little. From up high he enjoyed the view and waited, gazing at the Porter's outside entrance. It's true he doesn't know what this person looks like, but he knows he's being waited for. So someone standing there long enough will catch his eye.]

Grey?

[A thoughtful sounding question as he approaches him from the side. While Grey only ever saw Hisoka's legs, it won't be too hard to guess it's him, even if he hadn't greeted him outright. Harem pants seem to be a staple of his, along with a pair of point toe white high heels. The large slits down the sides show off pale skinned, built legs that match the same pale musculature in his arms, those exposed aside from wrist guard covered wrists. A showy man, not afraid to wear a crop top in public it seems, along with those pants and shoes, and he tops to look off with gold dangling earrings, bright yellow lipstick and blue eyeliner, his hair still very pink and styled back. It looks feminine, and yet, the body Hisoka has is very much of a man's, a sculpted man's. The body of someone that's devoted himself to the art of fighting since youth. At a height of 6'4" with those heels on too? He really does have a look.]

[But the presentation is part of it. Seeing how people took his appearance was interesting to him- aside from him just enjoying to dress this way of course.]

[He steps up to him and stops, cocking his hips and setting a hand on one side.]

Or am I wrong...?

[ Grey turns at his name, and finds himself looking up at Hisoka. That's profoundly unusual; not many people are taller than Grey, whether they're boosted by their shoes or not.

As for that form of dress, it's startling - not because Grey judges what people wear at all, but because it reminds him so sharply of Anavha. His friend, who had arrived here at the same time as him, has not been seen now for many months, but he used to dress like this. Similar pants, similar tops. It's a familiarity that makes something soften, briefly, in Grey's eyes.

That doesn't last for long. His hands leave his pockets and he steps forward, nodding. Words begin to appear on his cheek, like moving tattoos. ]

yes

you are hisoka ?

[ It must be. No one else would be waiting for him, surely. The wait has apparently not bothered Grey, whose expression is as searching and curious as it had been when he first arrived. ]

[How Greys gaze softens when he sees Hisoka isn't looked past, he notices and his smile quirks a little higher in reaction. A twinkle settles in his eye when he notices the words too, intrigued. He leans in a little, peering close at his cheek before looking up to his eyes and smiles, his own eyes going slim.]

I am. Are you unable to speak?

[Said curiously as he stands straight again, not at all afraid to appease his own curiosity with questions. Though that would already be apparent to Grey from their last conversation.]

He happened upon the dog actually. Hisoka wasn't really inclined to stalk animals unless he knew previously that they were more than simply that. So he witnessed a transformation purely by chance and only then did he opt to follow.

Curious though- he knew Moses, but not this ability of his. Could he transform into more than a dog or wolf? If so how useful would that be were it to be gifted to Chrollo? If not, well Chrollo was quite a fan of all sorts of powers and Chrollo as a dog would be....

Very cute.

He already knows he can best Moses in a duel as well so it should prove easy if he wanted to give Chrollo such a power, though at the same time he'd prefer not to talk too much to him considering their current issues...

Either way, he won't show himself at Moses' questioning. And behind him is nothing, as is all around him. Maybe you're just hearing things, Moses?

Conditions, of course there were conditions. He expected that. But in the face of it all it hardly mattered. He was willing to go to lengths to have what he wanted, he always has been willing. And what he wanted could always shift and change, as it did with Chrollo. How he wanted him for years but barely got to see him, barely go to be around him- and now? Not he's barely been without him for long.

Being that close that often- it could do things to you, especially when you were obsessed and needing from the start.

So for Chrollo not to reject him despite after everything meant something. Hisoka was a confident man but even he couldn't be sure what the other man would choose. The Troupe was important to him after all, and Hisoka had a hand in killing a couple of them. For Chrollo to still accept Hisoka into his life- well, there would have to be conditions. But rejection didn't happen and while it wouldn't pose much of a problem otherwise, with Chrollo it would surely be frustrating. Even if Hisoka could've tried to get close, with the powers Chrollo has gained, there would be no way to even get close, let alone speak to him, fight him, fuck him- everything he had with Chrollo would be gone and love or not he didn't like that idea at all.

But he's here.

Chrollo's home.

His door this time and he even uses the key, sauntering right in. He's dressed for work, a bright blue suit, but he's obviously skipping out for the night...

His hair styled down, a hand in his pocket, he walks in with grace on bright red high heels, trailing into the house, acknowledging how fast his heart is already beating as he pinpoints where Chrollo is before heading that direction.

Conditions were, of course, inevitable. Chrollo hadn't even felt particularly guilty asking for them. The problem, and thus the delay in Chrollo's thinking process, had been as such:

First, were Hisoka's actions forgivable on any level? That was the most difficult part - a conflict that had taken up most of his consideration for most of the time he'd been considering it.

And, second, if they were, what could Hisoka do, what could he provide, that would make that forgiveness possible? That part wasn't as difficult.. but it was more complicated. Not least because no one thing he could imagine made him feel any better about sharing his time, space, and body with someone who had done all that Hisoka had done.

And so, conditions - not a single condition. A series of demands to redress the balance... and a guarantee or two against the future.

Guarantee being used quite lightly here. But that's fine. As long as they are what they are, Chrollo knows Hisoka won't betray him. And if that changes... then treachery would signal the end of their long journey together anyway. He still isn't sure what to say to Paku. What could make her understand... if anything could. But he'll manage that when it becomes something that needs to be managed. In the meantime...

He's at home, of course. Though he hadn't been before Hisoka asked to see him. And he's sitting in the living room, in the very armchair he'd been lounging in on that first night, when they ate, and tried not to talk about the things that needed talking about. But this time he's reading.

And he feels better already.

....he looks up when he hears Hisoka's approach, and reaches over to the end table without looking up. Just yet. There, a rather heavy folder is waiting; he sets his book down, picks up the folder and sort of... waves it around.

"A gift. ...ah, well a bit of a narcissistic one." He smiles a little as he stands, takes in the sight of Hisoka, clearly being truant. How irresponsible. "I told you once that I would have this made for you. I've had it... for a few weeks, but it seemed inappropriate to give it to you during that time."

He holds the folder out, offering it to Hisoka. Inside is a copy of every decent professional shot he's had taken, every ad campaign, every fashion shoot. Well. He did say he'd do it, after all.

Seeing him there, he expected it a little but the smile that spreads over his face is less expected. It's good to see him, and a chill slides down his spine, feeling it in his neck and shoulders especially. The urge to near saunter over to him like some cat already starting a purr to gain a treat of affection. But he keeps his pace slow, yet still doesn't try to dampen his smile, one that's stretching his cheeks and slimming his eyes.

Those conditions, they still feel like nothing despite know how much work they'll be. But at the same time? Everything he did against this man was always 'for' him, well, to have him, in Hisoka's own special way at the time. So Chrollo's conditions now- well, they're just as much work as being a part of the troupe had been. As backstabbing them had been, as stalking and planning and waiting had been. So really it's-

not more work at all.

And this time what he wants is assured when before he never knew when he'd get to be close, and when he finally was? It didn't work out.

But now, that man there, young, ambitious, holding such a dark heart but one that would beat so warm for those he held dear- he'd be his then. At least as long as Hisoka fulfilled his again. Another bargain between them, a second one. A different one.

"It's escaping me..." A gift. A narcissistic one? He pause, taking the folder after stepping to him. He glances to it, not opening it yet, but can feel it in his hand. A thought as to what it was, and when he holds it infront of him and opens it, it confirms it. He ends up pulling in such a deep breath, eyes lighting up when he flips through some of the photos.

"Oohh..." -Right. This. Good...

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Oh my god you didn't HAVE TO I WAS GOING TO MAKE it thank you though aww...

thats ok!! i just needed to be sure where they were going first! <3

Haha aight, wicked.

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