Ah. [The sigh sounds playful.] You really do remind me of him. He changed his name and his whole appearance. He took the Hunter Exam just to make his brother feel as much despair as possible.
And then he struck when the time was right. It was quite entertaining, I guess.
In a sense. 'Shirasu' is an identity I took to live with and protect them, and shed before I was brought here.
[why it was on his scroll, he really can't say. the universe's idea of a joke, maybe.
turning the taunting on hisoka seems to have taken some of the initial edge off, that burst of anger now fading somewhat and leaving him more willing to speak, but... they are definitely still having this conversation with shirasu's hand around his neck.]
The one from the family of assassins, wasn't it-- Illumi?
[If he minds the hand around his neck, clearly, he doesn't show it at all. (He doesn't.)]
Loyalty to family means more to him than his brother's loyalty to Gon. I told him Gon was mine, but he would really rather taunt his brother more than listen. I had to stop Gon from being in the crossfire of their squabble. It really was a big problem.
[This actually makes him seem terribly amused. Both eyes shut, and he smiles, even with Shirasu holding his neck. He leans in a bit closer when his eyes open again.]
Are you trying to ask if I have any attachments? Are you interested...?
[me: he'll probably let go in the next tag or so you, sending this: Think Again
which is to say that he definitely does not let go. his fingers tighten again instead, his free hand gripping the front of whatever fashion affront to god the clown happens to be wearing this week-- but not to pull him closer. shirasu is just holding on to it, as if prepared to keep him at bay if he needs to.
there's a slight tilt of his head, eyes narrowed a bit as he watches hisoka.]
It's only curiosity. I have no interest in commitments, particularly not here.
[i'm playing the clown so think again like all the time]
It's a good thing I'm not here for commitments. [He really shouldn't!! be smiling!! with a dude choke holding him, but whatever. He sure is.] You did go through the trouble of getting me excited.
I won't even call your name out. [Teasingly, he gives Shirasu a scritch to the back of the neck with a nail.] You're hiding them, but I really don't care. It's your business.
he does use that grip on his shirt to push hisoka back, flat against the post, maintaining at least a little distance between them. then he finally lets go, hand braced against the post next to his head instead and do you ever just start describing a kabedon without REALIZING it's what is happening god i hate them.
the scratch also gets zero reaction, he's trained better than that.]
[Rather than stand like a wall against the shove, he simply goes back against the post. He could let the arms unhook and fall away, but instead he keeps them latched around Shirasu's neck and instead brings the man to him.]
I have quite a lot of self-control. [He leans his jaw against the side of Shirasu's head so his words are whispered in only the ear.] More than you or anyone else will ever know.
But I don't believe in not having what you want. Apparently, life is too short not to enjoy yourself.
And? You've already seemed to enjoy yourself well enough. Don't tell me you're getting greedy.
[he's not stupid, he's aware of what's going on here, but... he still isn't disengaging from it, though shirasu braces himself so that he can't be pulled in entirely.
maybe he just wants to frustrate hisoka. maybe it is, again, the fact that this is at least something, that hisoka's currently at the top of a very short list of people that have actually sparked any emotion in him recently. (even if that emotion is sometimes annoyance.)]
[Maybe one of the worst qualities in Hisoka is how much he enjoys getting reactions out of others. Small things are amusing, but it's the most grandiose, horrible things he loves doing to set someone off.
Shirasu won't come to him completely, so... he just... goes to Shirasu. The lean in isn't fast or slow. But it's deliberate. He's smiling, obviously amused, obviously playing, and his lashes lower when he looks right down at Shirasu's mouth.
The kiss, which is what he tries absolutely to do to see how Shirasu will react, is more of a bite really, testing.]
the answer is that after a moment of inaction, where he's undoubtedly running over multiple scenarios in his head, weighing the validity of each and determining whether to just break away or not-
he bites back, teeth grazing hisoka's lower lip none too gently.
fuck it. he's dead. they're both dead. there's no certainty about anything right now, save for the fact that if he doesn't have some kind of outlet then death will begin to feel like as much a trap as that locked house did. there's no affection in this, but that's fine--
hisoka's not the right person. but shirasu doesn't believe he'll see that person again, anyway-- whether he lives once more or not.]
[In a way, Hisoka can tell. Which is fine. There's no affection in any of this from either side. Sometimes, two adults just need some time alone to let off bitter steam? It's fine.]
So you do know how to have fun.
[When being nihilistic, of course. But Hisoka doesn't care of Shirasu has given up on the world or not. Only that being bitten back stirs a dark, hot core in him.]
Are you still only curious?
[Surprisingly, the clown has some kind of weird, personal code of honor, whatever that may be. Included on it? Preferring when the consent is pretty much mutual.]
Of course I do. It simply isn't always your idea of fun.
[bullying hisoka, for example, is fun.
shirasu shifts closer, but still not close enough for more contact. for a moment, he seems to just be observing him, appraising, before he gives hisoka a smile that's definitely sharper, this time.]
But did you truly think I'd just let you have whatever you wanted?
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Ah. [The sigh sounds playful.] You really do remind me of him. He changed his name and his whole appearance. He took the Hunter Exam just to make his brother feel as much despair as possible.
And then he struck when the time was right. It was quite entertaining, I guess.
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[why it was on his scroll, he really can't say. the universe's idea of a joke, maybe.
turning the taunting on hisoka seems to have taken some of the initial edge off, that burst of anger now fading somewhat and leaving him more willing to speak, but... they are definitely still having this conversation with shirasu's hand around his neck.]
The one from the family of assassins, wasn't it-- Illumi?
[he has a good memory, at least.]
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[If he minds the hand around his neck, clearly, he doesn't show it at all. (He doesn't.)]
Loyalty to family means more to him than his brother's loyalty to Gon. I told him Gon was mine, but he would really rather taunt his brother more than listen. I had to stop Gon from being in the crossfire of their squabble. It really was a big problem.
Does it sound familiar?
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[loyalty to family, is it...
well, he can understand the man's attachment, but somehow he thinks they wouldn't get along. perhaps they'd be too similar.]
And did your relationship survive that intervention?
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Are you trying to ask if I have any attachments? Are you interested...?
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you, sending this: Think Again
which is to say that he definitely does not let go. his fingers tighten again instead, his free hand gripping the front of whatever fashion affront to god the clown happens to be wearing this week-- but not to pull him closer. shirasu is just holding on to it, as if prepared to keep him at bay if he needs to.
there's a slight tilt of his head, eyes narrowed a bit as he watches hisoka.]
It's only curiosity. I have no interest in commitments, particularly not here.
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It's a good thing I'm not here for commitments. [He really shouldn't!! be smiling!! with a dude choke holding him, but whatever. He sure is.] You did go through the trouble of getting me excited.
I won't even call your name out. [Teasingly, he gives Shirasu a scritch to the back of the neck with a nail.] You're hiding them, but I really don't care. It's your business.
You just looked so good when you were angry.
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[with that said
he does use that grip on his shirt to push hisoka back, flat against the post, maintaining at least a little distance between them. then he finally lets go, hand braced against the post next to his head instead and do you ever just start describing a kabedon without REALIZING it's what is happening god i hate them.
the scratch also gets zero reaction, he's trained better than that.]
Do you truly have so little self-control?
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[Rather than stand like a wall against the shove, he simply goes back against the post. He could let the arms unhook and fall away, but instead he keeps them latched around Shirasu's neck and instead brings the man to him.]
I have quite a lot of self-control. [He leans his jaw against the side of Shirasu's head so his words are whispered in only the ear.] More than you or anyone else will ever know.
But I don't believe in not having what you want. Apparently, life is too short not to enjoy yourself.
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[he's not stupid, he's aware of what's going on here, but... he still isn't disengaging from it, though shirasu braces himself so that he can't be pulled in entirely.
maybe he just wants to frustrate hisoka. maybe it is, again, the fact that this is at least something, that hisoka's currently at the top of a very short list of people that have actually sparked any emotion in him recently. (even if that emotion is sometimes annoyance.)]
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Shirasu won't come to him completely, so... he just... goes to Shirasu. The lean in isn't fast or slow. But it's deliberate. He's smiling, obviously amused, obviously playing, and his lashes lower when he looks right down at Shirasu's mouth.
The kiss, which is what he tries absolutely to do to see how Shirasu will react, is more of a bite really, testing.]
don't fucking look at me
the answer is that after a moment of inaction, where he's undoubtedly running over multiple scenarios in his head, weighing the validity of each and determining whether to just break away or not-
he bites back, teeth grazing hisoka's lower lip none too gently.
fuck it. he's dead. they're both dead. there's no certainty about anything right now, save for the fact that if he doesn't have some kind of outlet then death will begin to feel like as much a trap as that locked house did. there's no affection in this, but that's fine--
hisoka's not the right person. but shirasu doesn't believe he'll see that person again, anyway-- whether he lives once more or not.]
looks at this train wreck
So you do know how to have fun.
[When being nihilistic, of course. But Hisoka doesn't care of Shirasu has given up on the world or not. Only that being bitten back stirs a dark, hot core in him.]
Are you still only curious?
[Surprisingly, the clown has some kind of weird, personal code of honor, whatever that may be. Included on it? Preferring when the consent is pretty much mutual.]
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[bullying hisoka, for example, is fun.
shirasu shifts closer, but still not close enough for more contact. for a moment, he seems to just be observing him, appraising, before he gives hisoka a smile that's definitely sharper, this time.]
But did you truly think I'd just let you have whatever you wanted?
[frustrating hisoka is also his idea of fun.]
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It's terrible when you tease me. But... I'd be bored if you did.
[Thankfully? He doesn't pursue.]
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[and so he finally steps back, putting more distance between them again, though not leaving entirely.]
But I suppose you'll just have to wait to find out.
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[Hm.]
Making me wait... I hope it isn't too long. I might get impatient.
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[that gets a slight, sharp smile.]
Perhaps I'd prefer to put it to the test.
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I have a lot of endurance. I can go for a long time.
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[he is going to make him wait because i refuse to accept clownfucking so easily]
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I guess so. Don't leave me waiting too long.
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[So he can tease your bad tastes.]
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[If he's bothered, he doesn't make any indication.]