[ Oh. He has some regrets, but mostly he's mad at himself for believing the other was in any sort of need for help. But, if he was legitimately in trouble, Rohan wouldn't be able to forgive himself. He freezes for a moment, then - mwah. Swats at him. ]
Stop that.
[ Long si~gh. ]
Since I'm already here, you're going home, Kurapika.
[ He makes his voice sound pathetically confused. Gum undo. The line of aura snaps off of his foot and he drops straight down to the ground. Landing on one hand, he is not so mean as to do a kick flip up because that might kick Rohan in the face. Well! Correction! He is mean enough to do that to someone he's fighting~
Instead, however, he curls his body in and twists to bring his feet onto the ground before rolling up into a standing position. Ta-dah. ]
[ Why is Hisoka Kurapika? He regrets so many things. Why does he make these choices, he wonders right then. It's almost like he thinks he's never made bad decision before in his life. He stares for a moment, and he steps backwards a little - just in case a kick to the face is actually in store for him. ]
I don't need any rewards.
[ Okay, he might be annoyed, but he is a little amused. ]
Yes. I'm taking you home.
[ He reaches for Hisoka's arm, because as far as he's concerned, he's still a little bit drunk, and he'll guide him back. ]
[ He hums a little happily as his arm is taken. Linking arms is a nice way to get chroma, too. Rohan really is a good kid -- he wants to pat him on the head.
Chuckling under his breath, he appreciates the little things in life. Like making things difficult for someone that he gets along with relatively well. ]
[ He makes a face, because the Chroma is nice, and he doesn't want to admit it. He just, he sighs deeply. But, there is a realization here, after a few moments. ]
You'll have to tell me where you live, or just lead the way.
[ For now, the arm linking works as an effective way of not losing Hisoka and ensuring he gets home safe. Plus, he can earn Chroma from this. ]
Sure, sure. I'd feel guilty if something happened.
[ Though he's sure Hisoka could handle himself. Still. ]
[ Why would you give him that option, Rohan? You fool! ]
Would you?
[ He cannot help but think that is adorable. Leaning in, he presses his face against the other's. See? More chroma generation? It leaves a warm buzzing feeling for him, but he wonders how Rohan feels about it? ]
[ He has no reason to believe that wherever Hisoka leads him isn't his home. And...well, he hasn't been there before, so he can't just take him. So here we are. ]
Yeah. I would. Don't read too much into it. I don't like bad things happening to other people.
[ Even though he doesn't say it, it can almost go without saying: even people he may not consider himself close to. Especially if he could have done something.
The touch, though, he almost freezes, but exhales from his nose in a slight huff. ]
It's normal, though. Not particularly nice or sweet. What, you don't walk home random people who text you while drunk?
[ He's very surprised to hear that Rohan has such a soft, gooey center. But it seems very obvious the more that he thinks about it. Hisoka chuckles to himself as he heads them off in some direction -- how long can he walk around before Rohan gets mad. Let's find out! ]
It depends on if I would find it fun enough to do so. [ He smiles. ] If it were you, I'd definitely come. [ This is not a warm fuzzy moment. ]
[ You see, Hisoka? He sighs a little. For now he's okay. He has no idea where the other is going, and eventually realize he's been led towards nothing, but for now - it seems fine. Yeah, absolutely fine. Hisoka's not crawled under his skin to get on his nerves yet tonight. But there's still time. ]
How heroic of you. Helping your poor, drunk friend. Now, would I call you?
[ It's unlikely that he ever would, because he likes to keep his wits about him. But, maybe he would just to prove Hisoka wrong. Is that where their friendship or whatever this is...was? Test him a little. The thought is fleeting. ]
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Stop that.
[ Long si~gh. ]
Since I'm already here, you're going home, Kurapika.
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[ He makes his voice sound pathetically confused. Gum undo. The line of aura snaps off of his foot and he drops straight down to the ground. Landing on one hand, he is not so mean as to do a kick flip up because that might kick Rohan in the face. Well! Correction! He is mean enough to do that to someone he's fighting~
Instead, however, he curls his body in and twists to bring his feet onto the ground before rolling up into a standing position. Ta-dah. ]
I'm going home. With you?
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HisokaKurapika? He regrets so many things. Why does he make these choices, he wonders right then. It's almost like he thinks he's never made bad decision before in his life. He stares for a moment, and he steps backwards a little - just in case a kick to the face is actually in store for him. ]I don't need any rewards.
[ Okay, he might be annoyed, but he is a little amused. ]
Yes. I'm taking you home.
[ He reaches for Hisoka's arm, because as far as he's concerned, he's still a little bit drunk, and he'll guide him back. ]
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[ He hums a little happily as his arm is taken. Linking arms is a nice way to get chroma, too. Rohan really is a good kid -- he wants to pat him on the head.
Chuckling under his breath, he appreciates the little things in life. Like making things difficult for someone that he gets along with relatively well. ]
Thank you, thank you.
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You'll have to tell me where you live, or just lead the way.
[ For now, the arm linking works as an effective way of not losing Hisoka and ensuring he gets home safe. Plus, he can earn Chroma from this. ]
Sure, sure. I'd feel guilty if something happened.
[ Though he's sure Hisoka could handle himself. Still. ]
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[ Why would you give him that option, Rohan? You fool! ]
Would you?
[ He cannot help but think that is adorable. Leaning in, he presses his face against the other's. See? More chroma generation? It leaves a warm buzzing feeling for him, but he wonders how Rohan feels about it? ]
That is so sweet.
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Yeah. I would. Don't read too much into it. I don't like bad things happening to other people.
[ Even though he doesn't say it, it can almost go without saying: even people he may not consider himself close to. Especially if he could have done something.
The touch, though, he almost freezes, but exhales from his nose in a slight huff. ]
It's normal, though. Not particularly nice or sweet. What, you don't walk home random people who text you while drunk?
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[ He's very surprised to hear that Rohan has such a soft, gooey center. But it seems very obvious the more that he thinks about it. Hisoka chuckles to himself as he heads them off in some direction -- how long can he walk around before Rohan gets mad. Let's find out! ]
It depends on if I would find it fun enough to do so. [ He smiles. ] If it were you, I'd definitely come. [ This is not a warm fuzzy moment. ]
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How heroic of you. Helping your poor, drunk friend. Now, would I call you?
[ He hums. ]
Who knows. We'd have to see.
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We will have to see!
[ And he lets out a soft laugh. ]
Though, you don't seem like the type that would let themselves get drunk, Rohan-sensei~
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[ It's unlikely that he ever would, because he likes to keep his wits about him. But, maybe he would just to prove Hisoka wrong. Is that where their friendship or whatever this is...was? Test him a little. The thought is fleeting. ]
Hm, where do you live?
[ Maybe he should have asked... ]
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[ But he does lift his head up at the question as to where he lives. Hmm? Asking that so soon? ]
Mmm, in an apartment.
[ Hisoka tilts his head enough to rest it against Rohan's. ]
Want to see the inside sometime? [ A question like that -- well, it should bother enough to keep wandering them around in circles for a bit longer. ]
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No. Just the front door.
[ And though he isn't flinching away, he seems definitely annoyed by the entire amount of running in circles. ]
And most of us live in apartments. That doesn't help.
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[ Blink. ]
I just propositioned you, you know...
[ Stalling for more time of the walk around... ]
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So you're trying to piss me off, then?
[ Frown. ]
I know what you were doing.
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Do you?
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So, tell me, where is your apartment. And I'll show you to the door, and only the door.
[ He thinks that's...pretty clear. Straightforward. Yep. ]
Or, do you plan on walking me in circles all night?
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The back door? [ Hisoka chuckles before he lightly pats the side of his companion's face. ]
Ah, you figured it out. I was kind of hoping to keep wandering around. [ A bright, wide smile. ] But okaaaaaay.
[ And he rattles off where his actual apartment is -- which isn't too far off from the hotel that he apparently crashed into. ]
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Absolutely not.
[ He rolls his eyes. ]
Now why would you want to do that?
[ It's not like he's great company to most people, and he's not even particularly friendly to Hisoka. Just...tolerant, really. And he knows it. ]
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[ He laughs. ]
Because you're fun?
[ Does he need a deeper reason? ]
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Oh. ]
Well, I guess that's good, then.
[ Maybe? He doesn't know. Nudges. ]
Your place, then.
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[ And this time, he actually leads him to the right place. ]
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Alright. You're back safe.
[ Steps back. ]
1/3
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And he stares at him. ]
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