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cupofsass in purgatorium_log

[complete]

Jul 09, 2008 23:47

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.

( Let's get inside before Muraki shows up D: )

ynm: tsuzuki, !complete, ynm: hisoka

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cheerfulreaper July 10 2008, 04:14:52 UTC

Tsuzuki turned from the terminal, his grin carefully set in place. Truth be told, he was happy to be back. He'd missed Olette and his job at the bakery. Yes, there was the whole repentance thing, but there were good things here.

But he'd never, ever wanted Hisoka to show up. He knew this place would be terrible on the boy. So many unstable people running around...

And then there was Muraki...

Shaking his head, Tsuzuki chuckled. "Hey, Hisoka."

cupofsass July 10 2008, 04:44:38 UTC

"Hey," Hisoka replied quietly. He didn't know what to do with Tsuzuki in front of him, smiling just like he did back at the office. But like in the office, this smile too was forced; Hisoka could feel the worry emanating off of Tsuzuki, enveloping his senses like shadows.

Hisoka stood there a moment, unsure if he should start the conversation. Dammit. There was so much he wanted to say - had to say - but words were stumbling and awkward and difficult.

"You-" he began, then cut himself off with a frustrated sigh.

cheerfulreaper July 10 2008, 04:50:33 UTC

Tsuzuki raised a hand as if to pat Hisoka's shoulder. He thought the better of it, clapping his hands together.

"So~ How long have you been here?" Clearly, his partner wasn't going to initiate conversation.

cupofsass July 10 2008, 05:19:28 UTC

"Tsuzuki, I- two weeks, but that's not-" Hisoka looked directly into Tsuzuki's eyes. "I-I just-"

Everything had happened so fast; waking up in this strange, frightening place - with decrepit buildings that moaned in the wind and reeked of blood, eyes that followed his every move, reports every day of senseless murders, screams and explosions and fires - and the monsters that scrabbled at his door and howled late into the night, and Muraki, taunting him, reinforcing his weaknesses and his uselessness, and that bastard was the reason this was all happening to him, but he couldn't get past, he just couldn't, and his senses had had all they could bear, and it was so darkAnd here was Tsuzuki, smiling just like he did in the office ( ... )

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