"Well, it's just how I see it: everyone's got their own point of view, and we're all different," he says, gently. "If you'd rather be alone, I'll be on my way." And with that, he shoulders his practice sword and heads on up to the house.
Hisoka turns his eyes towards the forest ahead, so that he's not looking directly at Melou, and typist willing, wraps an arm around the King of Britain's shoulder. He makes a soft Shhhh sound which isn't an attempt to shut down the tears, if they come. It's more of reassurance: sorrow comes to everyone, as sure as the sun sets in the west, and a man who weeps isn't less of a man or less worthy of respect.
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this is an old one, perhaps we could wrap it up to help reduce my ridiculous threadload?
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Works for me!
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I think Melou might actually be done with the brawling now, so.
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He's still not looking at his friend. At this point, he's struggling not to start sobbing, and he doesn't want Hisoka to see his face.
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