[For Hisoka] One door closes, another one opens...
It happened quite suddenly, as these things do. He'd gone to Tatsumi's room to tell him about the plans he and Hisoka were making, about setting a kind of paranormal investigation agency, when he found the room empty and untenanted. The discovery knocked his feet out from under him, metaphorically. He'd wandered around the Mansion for a couple of hours, feeling a bit lost. He'd thought part of him would be relieved that the cheapskate had gone. But instead, he feels vaguely lost and bewildered. And the part of him that couldn't help feeling attracted to Tatsumi, in spite of himself,
He's found his way onto the back porch, where he's seated himself on the top step, close by the paper lanterns that he hung out earlier in week. His gaze is dark and distant and a bit lonely, as he sits there, reminding himself that he isn't alone, that Hisoka is still here... But still he wonders to himself: who took Tatsumi, or did he find a way out of this place?
He's found his way onto the back porch, where he's seated himself on the top step, close by the paper lanterns that he hung out earlier in week. His gaze is dark and distant and a bit lonely, as he sits there, reminding himself that he isn't alone, that Hisoka is still here... But still he wonders to himself: who took Tatsumi, or did he find a way out of this place?