[ It was a big enough scene that Rohan didn't want to know how much worse the other could make it. He's sure it could be much, much worse. Hisoka was just like that. He didn't have a moment to step away before he's pulled into the other's arms in a tight hug -- and then the words. They just sound like words coming from him and he doesn't shove or even really...move for a moment.
The eyeroll is in the words he says, though. ]
I'm sure you do.
[ He doesn't think he does. He doesn't seem to believe it at all, and there's no hiding it in the way he talks, too. He doesn't squirm away, and he thinks maybe he should, but he doesn't. ]
You don't mean it, though.
[ He doubts. He mostly just thinks Hisoka is messing with him. Which fine. He's used to that. A huff. ]
I do. [ He plops his chin down on Rohan's shoulder. ] I just felt like teasing you a little on the network by saying otherwise.
[ Lifting his head up, he rubs his face against the man's face. ] I mean it as much as a person like me could mean it. [ Indeed, he decides to admit that much. Which is to say... hm, not that much? But that is also why he likes Rohan so much. Rohan is aware of how awful a person that he is yet still enjoys his company. ]
How should I hug you? [ He lifts his head up and attempts to lightly bite the top of Rohan's ear. ]
[ "I do." Rohan considers it, but most of him doesn't believe it's true. It's hard to think that it could be in any way. But, he's still not going to take the man's insisting that it is true lightly. He knows better. There's a soft, annoyed noise at the - affection (?). Their faces are so close, and he hasn't made an attempt to escape the man's grip on him even though he had just complained about the hug. ]
I mean, I don't need hugs.
[ He feels the teeth and the protests waver because he had invited the other over. He had asked for entertainment through Rohan's own boredom and annoyance. And Hisoka was here to provide that. So, he still doesn't nudge or shove him away.
There's a sigh that sounds far too content for Rohan's liking, so he immediately speaks up. ]
That's not why I let you in, at least. You're lucky I opened the door.
[ He says it as if he believes it. He doesn't even a little because he knows that the moment Hisoka shows up and uses that door, Rohan will likely oblige him with letting him in his apartment. He'll give him attention when he acts in the way Rohan prefers. Rewarding for good behavior, so to speak. ]
Don't hold back today.
[ Is that a bad idea? Maybe. Probably. But he's not been in a great mood all day. And if anything, he's hoping to rid himself of some of the frustration and anger that's been hanging over his head. ]
[ His head drops so that he can press his face lightly against the man's shoulder, like he is lightly kissing the fabric of the clothes. It's more of the impression that is what he's doing rather than something that he's actually doing. Hisoka opens his eyes, knowing his gaze is unfocused as he looks head.
It's like tasting blood in the water. It's the feeling like he's finally getting under Rohan's skin and it excites him more than he wants to let on. Because if I let on... it means that I won't be able to taste him like this anymore. ]
I am lucky. [ His tone sounds dreamy even though the air around him seems to grow hotter. He dips one hand down to slide itself comfortably between Rohan's legs to gently cup him as the other hand sneaks its way underneath the man's shirt -- fingers spreading out to tease and slide across the skin. ]
Okay. I won't hold back. So you don't hold back, either... [ He can't help but laugh a little -- it sounds a little too sharp to even his ears. It really is the only warning that he gives before he pulls his hands back. His Nen wraps itself tight around Rohan's body and attaches itself to the ceiling -- he uses it to tie up Rohan's arms so that they're above his head and spread the man's legs out. It's only then that he steps back so that he can get a good look at him. ]
Did you feel a rush of panic there for a second, Rohan-sensei? [ He can't help but tease. ]
[ It happened so fast. He doesn't know if he should be concerned about the way Hisoka sounds combined with the words he says, or if he shouldn't care. He doesn't care, he promptly decides. He invited him, told him not to hold back, and he's not. He's in trouble, isn't he? When that hand first settles between his legs he swallows hard. A familiar hand snaking up his shirt, moving over the skin. There's not even a sound of protest, and he doesn't attempt to say anything. ]
I never do.
[ Honest enough, Rohan doesn't know how to hold back. He always pours himself into things. But, when the Nen appears his heart jumps from his chest to his throat. He tries not to seem like he felt that rush, but he did. His breath hitches, and his heart racing with no signs of slowing down. Hisoka will certainly notice, and Rohan knows he will - the moment that he steps in close again, the moment that he places a hand on him. But Rohan wants those fingers on him, so he doesn't know that he cares.
And when he's able to find words again, he continues to say words he knows that he probably shouldn't. ]
I'm fine. Is that all?
[ Probably shouldn't say things like this when you're the one tied up, but he didn't know if he really cared. What's the worst that could happen? ]
[ In an uncharacteristic move, he wraps his arms lightly around Rohan's waist and pulls himself close to hold him in a loose hug. His hands remain on his hips as he looks at him in a way that can only be described as fond. Hisoka didn't think constantly telling Rohan that he loved him would affect the man so much. In the end, don't you have a maiden heart?
Somehow, he keeps himself from laughing. ]
I won't hold back, but I want to indulge a little. [ Which is to say that he leans in to kiss the corner of Rohan's mouth. He dips his head down to kiss along his jaw, before playfully biting the side of the man's neck. Hisoka bites him just hard enough to leave a mark before placing soft, loving kisses. But really, generating chroma is so interesting. It leaves such a warm, pleasant feeling that a person could get drunk on it.
It almost seems like he'll continue to adore Rohan like this -- since he did say that he wanted to indulge himself a little. But that's no fun. He brings their bodies closer together, rocking his hips against Rohan's. Sometimes, it's enjoyable to do things like this -- getting excited at close to the same time and feeling that change. ]
This will be a little difficult for you with you tied up. Will you really, really be okay? [ He asks, having his hands grip a little tighter on Rohan's hips as he continues to move against him. ]
[ The soft, fond motions from Hisoka are far more alarming than any amount of aggression. There's an instinctive tilt of his head when lips meet flesh, but he doesn't make a noise when teeth replace them. He's not surprised that they were there. He'd be more concerned if Hisoka never brought out his teeth. If he never sunk them into him to leave a mark. The man seems enjoy that, after all. Rohan realizes he'd probably be disappointed if Hisoka didn't mark him, and it makes him momentarily mad that he even cared.
Their bodies pressed close, he ships his hips a little to maintain contact, but Hisoka is right about one thing. It will be difficult tied up. His fingers are twitching - partly because he wants to escape bindings on his wrists, partly because he wants to touch. Rohan likes to use his hands.
While most of him doesn't want to admit to Hisoka that he's right about this being difficult, the rest of him tries to find a way to make that difficulty sound like it wouldn't be because Rohan wouldn't be okay, but because this would be less fun. ]
It's fine if you don't mind me being literally hands-off.
[ Nailed it. ]
As long as you're okay with that.
[ Rohan realizes that Hisoka probably wouldn't have done this to start if he wasn't okay with the idea. And so he notes: ]
[ He continues to lazily bring their hips together, rubbing himself against Rohan as he seems to think about if he should release the man's hands or not. Hisoka thinks that it would be fun to see the manga-ka struggle and be frustrated without able to do any of the things that he wants. ]
I'll let your hands go, but not the rest of your body. [ He finally decides. His mouth presses itself lightly against Rohan's neck, kissing hard against the side of it before he opens his mouth. He breathes hard on the skin before letting his teeth lightly touch. ]
Ah, not here. Someone might see it and think you're a deviant. [ He chuckles a little as he descends lower to crook of the man's neck -- he could hide it a little easier with his clothes. Again his mouth opens. He lets the anticipation build before he bites down on the him.
It's at that moment that he lets his Nen release Rohan's hands. Isn't he the nicest? ]
[ He nods, because really, what else can he say? He's already made it clear that he's not going to back down or disagree. He can't with Hisoka because any moment of weakness around him could be bad - and despite being impulsive, Rohan is smart enough to understand that much. He keeps his attention stilled on the man in front of him - intensely focused. It's the same sort of attention he'd give a model or his artwork. Brows furrowed, an expression that could easily be mistaken for annoyed.
He feels his hands be released, and slowly lowers them, allowing them to rest on Hisoka's shoulders. He takes a moment to rotate his wrists, moving the joints briefly. His arms shift slightly and there's a tug, his arms tightening there, to bring the man chest to chest with him - almost a hug, he supposes. Though he'd never call it that aloud. It's an action that could easily be mistaken for affectionate, despite that he's made it pretty clear there's no such feelings. He can play along, too. ]
You think they care here?
[ Okay, Rohan cared a little bit, but he knows other people don't. And if they did, they didn't make a point to say anything to him. So he's glad, but he can't let the other think that. He tilts his head to lean in and whisper to the other. ]
Sill, that's very considerate of you.
[ Sarcasm? Absolutely. He rocks hips, the movement, the shift is purposeful and slow. He enjoys the contact, as much as a tease that it is. ]
I'd hate to let people think I like you or something.
[ He draws out the first word before smiling broadly. His tongue slides across his own lips as he drops his gaze down to really appreciate Rohan. Even clothed, he really is quite a treat. His shoulders give a little shake as he laughs at his own appraisal. Even if I compliment him, he'll just say that "he knows." ]
I'm very considerate when it comes to you.
[ A partial lie. ]
Perish the thought. [ Hisoka steps back just enough so that he could start to undo Rohan's pants. He wishes that they could keep grinding and rubbing against each other until they were panting and begging. But I'm a little worried Rohan-sensei might punish me with Heaven's Door. He really does wonder if he teased him too much if something would be written on his soul to make sure he never does it again. ]
If you don't like me, how do you feel about me, Rohan-sensei? [ It is something to ask him as he takes off the other's pants and undergarments. His plan is to eventually have those legs wrapped around his own waist as he makes love to him standing. Hisoka bites his lip to keep from laughing at his own mental word choice. ]
Am I just fun for you? [ The magician asks as he sinks down to his knees. He opens his mouth before sliding the tip of Rohan's arousal in his mouth. Obviously, he still expects to have his questions answered; his hands reach up to gently knead and squeeze the mangaka's backside. ]
[ Rohan's very brief grin borders on dangerous. Like he knows that in the future they are going to be up to no good. But he has nowhere to go, feet still firmly planted thanks to the Nen, and that's fine with him. There isn't anywhere he'd go anyway. He had a reason for inviting the other over, after all. And this was exactly why. He doesn't really think Hisoka is that considerate, really. He just sort of - does what he wants most of the time.
He's not predictable, not that Rohan has ever really tried to predict him. It's more fun that way. Honestly, not knowing what to expect is just what Rohan is used to.
It's funny, it's not like this is the first time he's lost clothing around the other. It's not the first time he's been aroused around him, either. But still, he can feel that the tips of his ears are hot, and he's sure it's at least partially embarrassment.
But when he feels that wet heat of Hisoka's mouth, and it takes every semblance of control in order to not thrust into the mouth of the other. He still moves his fingers to the others hair, gripping and pulling tight.
How is he supposed to form words? How can he even speak. He sucks in his breath, and exhales deeply, as if he's trying to distract himself from being turned on and getting the slightest hint of what he needs. ]
Ah --
[ Fuck. ]
Yeah. You're fun.
[ And he does like him, at least in his own way. He wouldn't spend time with him otherwise. ]
[ He pulls back enough so that he can give a cheeky reply: ]
That's the part that makes me fun. [ The fact that he's a tease.
Hisoka cants his head to the side and smiles; the smile is a bit too fond given his position and the state that the two of them are in. He look at him with affection, but it's more like gazing at a toy that one really likes playing with.
With his aura, he connects the line to a bottle and pulls it up for Rohan to see. Shaking the item at him, he takes in whatever expression that the man makes before coating his fingers with the substance. ]
You know, I know that I'm over for just a bit of fun... but why don't you tell me about your day? That helps to make this process go by a little faster, right? [ That's a lie. He just wants to hear Rohan's voice hitch and all the noises that the manga-ka would make while he prepares him. And that's why he words his request in such a manner, because he tries to play against Rohan's pride to get him to do what he wants. ]
Besides, hearing about what you do ... it's always fun. [ So he says as his hand quests between the man's legs and starts to press in. ]
[ This asshole. Rohan makes a disgruntled noise and frowns as the other pulls back. He knew, logically,that it was going to happen, but he's still unhappy about it. As the other moves, uses his ability, Rohan watches him. It's convenient to have skills like the other has. Of course, it was no mystery as to why Hisoka was over anyway, so there's no surprise. Rohan knows what happens next, and he mentally readies himself.
But then, he asks that question and as Hisoka had wanted and hoped for - his voice hitches as he feels the other press into him.
He doesn't care about how his day was and he's definitely not sharing with Hisoka. He'd been angry, upset, and felt lonely. And it was why he had turned to the other so readily. He usually preferred to be left to his own devices, used to living alone as soon as he obtained some hint of success. But it was this combination which led him towards impulsive decision making.
Maybe this would allow his mind to reset, or at least remain distracted long enough. ]
Who cares -- [ he tries to not sound like he's reacting, but his voice catches in his throat when he speaks, and he stumbles over his words. For all that he attempts to seem cool, Rohan's consistently anything but that. ]
You bastard. I don't even care.
[ It took some effort to say it, but worth it to make his point, because that's just how he is. But, for as long as the other has known him, he'll certainly catch the irritation in his voice as he speaks. Even if it's probably just as easy to think it's directed at Hisoka and not at his general state of being. ]
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The eyeroll is in the words he says, though. ]
I'm sure you do.
[ He doesn't think he does. He doesn't seem to believe it at all, and there's no hiding it in the way he talks, too. He doesn't squirm away, and he thinks maybe he should, but he doesn't. ]
You don't mean it, though.
[ He doubts. He mostly just thinks Hisoka is messing with him. Which fine. He's used to that. A huff. ]
You don't have to hug me like that, though.
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[ Lifting his head up, he rubs his face against the man's face. ] I mean it as much as a person like me could mean it. [ Indeed, he decides to admit that much. Which is to say... hm, not that much? But that is also why he likes Rohan so much. Rohan is aware of how awful a person that he is yet still enjoys his company. ]
How should I hug you? [ He lifts his head up and attempts to lightly bite the top of Rohan's ear. ]
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I mean, I don't need hugs.
[ He feels the teeth and the protests waver because he had invited the other over. He had asked for entertainment through Rohan's own boredom and annoyance. And Hisoka was here to provide that. So, he still doesn't nudge or shove him away.
There's a sigh that sounds far too content for Rohan's liking, so he immediately speaks up. ]
That's not why I let you in, at least. You're lucky I opened the door.
[ He says it as if he believes it. He doesn't even a little because he knows that the moment Hisoka shows up and uses that door, Rohan will likely oblige him with letting him in his apartment. He'll give him attention when he acts in the way Rohan prefers. Rewarding for good behavior, so to speak. ]
Don't hold back today.
[ Is that a bad idea? Maybe. Probably. But he's not been in a great mood all day. And if anything, he's hoping to rid himself of some of the frustration and anger that's been hanging over his head. ]
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[ His head drops so that he can press his face lightly against the man's shoulder, like he is lightly kissing the fabric of the clothes. It's more of the impression that is what he's doing rather than something that he's actually doing. Hisoka opens his eyes, knowing his gaze is unfocused as he looks head.
It's like tasting blood in the water. It's the feeling like he's finally getting under Rohan's skin and it excites him more than he wants to let on. Because if I let on... it means that I won't be able to taste him like this anymore. ]
I am lucky. [ His tone sounds dreamy even though the air around him seems to grow hotter. He dips one hand down to slide itself comfortably between Rohan's legs to gently cup him as the other hand sneaks its way underneath the man's shirt -- fingers spreading out to tease and slide across the skin. ]
Okay. I won't hold back. So you don't hold back, either... [ He can't help but laugh a little -- it sounds a little too sharp to even his ears. It really is the only warning that he gives before he pulls his hands back. His Nen wraps itself tight around Rohan's body and attaches itself to the ceiling -- he uses it to tie up Rohan's arms so that they're above his head and spread the man's legs out. It's only then that he steps back so that he can get a good look at him. ]
Did you feel a rush of panic there for a second, Rohan-sensei? [ He can't help but tease. ]
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I never do.
[ Honest enough, Rohan doesn't know how to hold back. He always pours himself into things. But, when the Nen appears his heart jumps from his chest to his throat. He tries not to seem like he felt that rush, but he did. His breath hitches, and his heart racing with no signs of slowing down. Hisoka will certainly notice, and Rohan knows he will - the moment that he steps in close again, the moment that he places a hand on him. But Rohan wants those fingers on him, so he doesn't know that he cares.
And when he's able to find words again, he continues to say words he knows that he probably shouldn't. ]
I'm fine. Is that all?
[ Probably shouldn't say things like this when you're the one tied up, but he didn't know if he really cared. What's the worst that could happen? ]
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[ In an uncharacteristic move, he wraps his arms lightly around Rohan's waist and pulls himself close to hold him in a loose hug. His hands remain on his hips as he looks at him in a way that can only be described as fond. Hisoka didn't think constantly telling Rohan that he loved him would affect the man so much. In the end, don't you have a maiden heart?
Somehow, he keeps himself from laughing. ]
I won't hold back, but I want to indulge a little. [ Which is to say that he leans in to kiss the corner of Rohan's mouth. He dips his head down to kiss along his jaw, before playfully biting the side of the man's neck. Hisoka bites him just hard enough to leave a mark before placing soft, loving kisses. But really, generating chroma is so interesting. It leaves such a warm, pleasant feeling that a person could get drunk on it.
It almost seems like he'll continue to adore Rohan like this -- since he did say that he wanted to indulge himself a little. But that's no fun. He brings their bodies closer together, rocking his hips against Rohan's. Sometimes, it's enjoyable to do things like this -- getting excited at close to the same time and feeling that change. ]
This will be a little difficult for you with you tied up. Will you really, really be okay? [ He asks, having his hands grip a little tighter on Rohan's hips as he continues to move against him. ]
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Their bodies pressed close, he ships his hips a little to maintain contact, but Hisoka is right about one thing. It will be difficult tied up. His fingers are twitching - partly because he wants to escape bindings on his wrists, partly because he wants to touch. Rohan likes to use his hands.
While most of him doesn't want to admit to Hisoka that he's right about this being difficult, the rest of him tries to find a way to make that difficulty sound like it wouldn't be because Rohan wouldn't be okay, but because this would be less fun. ]
It's fine if you don't mind me being literally hands-off.
[ Nailed it. ]
As long as you're okay with that.
[ Rohan realizes that Hisoka probably wouldn't have done this to start if he wasn't okay with the idea. And so he notes: ]
Just make sure it's worth my time.
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[ He continues to lazily bring their hips together, rubbing himself against Rohan as he seems to think about if he should release the man's hands or not. Hisoka thinks that it would be fun to see the manga-ka struggle and be frustrated without able to do any of the things that he wants. ]
I'll let your hands go, but not the rest of your body. [ He finally decides. His mouth presses itself lightly against Rohan's neck, kissing hard against the side of it before he opens his mouth. He breathes hard on the skin before letting his teeth lightly touch. ]
Ah, not here. Someone might see it and think you're a deviant. [ He chuckles a little as he descends lower to crook of the man's neck -- he could hide it a little easier with his clothes. Again his mouth opens. He lets the anticipation build before he bites down on the him.
It's at that moment that he lets his Nen release Rohan's hands. Isn't he the nicest? ]
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He feels his hands be released, and slowly lowers them, allowing them to rest on Hisoka's shoulders. He takes a moment to rotate his wrists, moving the joints briefly. His arms shift slightly and there's a tug, his arms tightening there, to bring the man chest to chest with him - almost a hug, he supposes. Though he'd never call it that aloud. It's an action that could easily be mistaken for affectionate, despite that he's made it pretty clear there's no such feelings. He can play along, too. ]
You think they care here?
[ Okay, Rohan cared a little bit, but he knows other people don't. And if they did, they didn't make a point to say anything to him. So he's glad, but he can't let the other think that. He tilts his head to lean in and whisper to the other. ]
Sill, that's very considerate of you.
[ Sarcasm? Absolutely. He rocks hips, the movement, the shift is purposeful and slow. He enjoys the contact, as much as a tease that it is. ]
I'd hate to let people think I like you or something.
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[ He draws out the first word before smiling broadly. His tongue slides across his own lips as he drops his gaze down to really appreciate Rohan. Even clothed, he really is quite a treat. His shoulders give a little shake as he laughs at his own appraisal. Even if I compliment him, he'll just say that "he knows." ]
I'm very considerate when it comes to you.
[ A partial lie. ]
Perish the thought. [ Hisoka steps back just enough so that he could start to undo Rohan's pants. He wishes that they could keep grinding and rubbing against each other until they were panting and begging. But I'm a little worried Rohan-sensei might punish me with Heaven's Door. He really does wonder if he teased him too much if something would be written on his soul to make sure he never does it again. ]
If you don't like me, how do you feel about me, Rohan-sensei? [ It is something to ask him as he takes off the other's pants and undergarments. His plan is to eventually have those legs wrapped around his own waist as he makes love to him standing. Hisoka bites his lip to keep from laughing at his own mental word choice. ]
Am I just fun for you? [ The magician asks as he sinks down to his knees. He opens his mouth before sliding the tip of Rohan's arousal in his mouth. Obviously, he still expects to have his questions answered; his hands reach up to gently knead and squeeze the mangaka's backside. ]
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[ Rohan's very brief grin borders on dangerous. Like he knows that in the future they are going to be up to no good. But he has nowhere to go, feet still firmly planted thanks to the Nen, and that's fine with him. There isn't anywhere he'd go anyway. He had a reason for inviting the other over, after all. And this was exactly why. He doesn't really think Hisoka is that considerate, really. He just sort of - does what he wants most of the time.
He's not predictable, not that Rohan has ever really tried to predict him. It's more fun that way. Honestly, not knowing what to expect is just what Rohan is used to.
It's funny, it's not like this is the first time he's lost clothing around the other. It's not the first time he's been aroused around him, either. But still, he can feel that the tips of his ears are hot, and he's sure it's at least partially embarrassment.
But when he feels that wet heat of Hisoka's mouth, and it takes every semblance of control in order to not thrust into the mouth of the other. He still moves his fingers to the others hair, gripping and pulling tight.
How is he supposed to form words? How can he even speak. He sucks in his breath, and exhales deeply, as if he's trying to distract himself from being turned on and getting the slightest hint of what he needs. ]
Ah --
[ Fuck. ]
Yeah. You're fun.
[ And he does like him, at least in his own way. He wouldn't spend time with him otherwise. ]
And a tease.
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That's the part that makes me fun. [ The fact that he's a tease.
Hisoka cants his head to the side and smiles; the smile is a bit too fond given his position and the state that the two of them are in. He look at him with affection, but it's more like gazing at a toy that one really likes playing with.
With his aura, he connects the line to a bottle and pulls it up for Rohan to see. Shaking the item at him, he takes in whatever expression that the man makes before coating his fingers with the substance. ]
You know, I know that I'm over for just a bit of fun... but why don't you tell me about your day? That helps to make this process go by a little faster, right?
[ That's a lie. He just wants to hear Rohan's voice hitch and all the noises that the manga-ka would make while he prepares him. And that's why he words his request in such a manner, because he tries to play against Rohan's pride to get him to do what he wants. ]
Besides, hearing about what you do ... it's always fun. [ So he says as his hand quests between the man's legs and starts to press in. ]
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But then, he asks that question and as Hisoka had wanted and hoped for - his voice hitches as he feels the other press into him.
He doesn't care about how his day was and he's definitely not sharing with Hisoka. He'd been angry, upset, and felt lonely. And it was why he had turned to the other so readily. He usually preferred to be left to his own devices, used to living alone as soon as he obtained some hint of success. But it was this combination which led him towards impulsive decision making.
Maybe this would allow his mind to reset, or at least remain distracted long enough. ]
Who cares -- [ he tries to not sound like he's reacting, but his voice catches in his throat when he speaks, and he stumbles over his words. For all that he attempts to seem cool, Rohan's consistently anything but that. ]
You bastard. I don't even care.
[ It took some effort to say it, but worth it to make his point, because that's just how he is. But, for as long as the other has known him, he'll certainly catch the irritation in his voice as he speaks. Even if it's probably just as easy to think it's directed at Hisoka and not at his general state of being. ]
You know I'm not patient.