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Who: Hisoka and Tsuzuki
When: Wednesday night
Rating: PG
Warnings: a smidgen of angst!
Summary: Tsuzuki has just arrived in Purgatorium and Hisoka has some things he wants to talk about.
As soon as he received Tsuzuki's reply, Hisoka logged off of the terminal and immediately headed for the clock tower. He hated walking through Purgatorium at night - he'd already come to realize this after only two and a half weeks of living there. As if "daytime" wasn't bad enough; night was so much darker, so much more terrifying. Hisoka rubbed his bony arms as he walked, trying to distract his thoughts by doing something with his hands.
Hisoka didn't know how to feel about Tsuzuki's arrival in Purgatorium. On the one hand, he was glad to see a familiar face that wasn't Muraki. That selfish relief aside, he didn't want Tsuzuki there. In Kyoto, Hisoka had witnessed a small part of his partner's anguish; he didn't want to think what would happen should Tsuzuki be forced to confront that pain daily. If only he knew how to get to them, Hisoka would kill the supposed gods who had trapped them there.
A sharp, familiar spike of hurt slammed into his empathy, and Hisoka followed it until he came upon a run-down terminal station, and the painfully real face of his partner.
"Tsuzuki..." he breathed.
When: Wednesday night
Rating: PG
Warnings: a smidgen of angst!
Summary: Tsuzuki has just arrived in Purgatorium and Hisoka has some things he wants to talk about.
As soon as he received Tsuzuki's reply, Hisoka logged off of the terminal and immediately headed for the clock tower. He hated walking through Purgatorium at night - he'd already come to realize this after only two and a half weeks of living there. As if "daytime" wasn't bad enough; night was so much darker, so much more terrifying. Hisoka rubbed his bony arms as he walked, trying to distract his thoughts by doing something with his hands.
Hisoka didn't know how to feel about Tsuzuki's arrival in Purgatorium. On the one hand, he was glad to see a familiar face that wasn't Muraki. That selfish relief aside, he didn't want Tsuzuki there. In Kyoto, Hisoka had witnessed a small part of his partner's anguish; he didn't want to think what would happen should Tsuzuki be forced to confront that pain daily. If only he knew how to get to them, Hisoka would kill the supposed gods who had trapped them there.
A sharp, familiar spike of hurt slammed into his empathy, and Hisoka followed it until he came upon a run-down terminal station, and the painfully real face of his partner.
"Tsuzuki..." he breathed.