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soukahisoka November 19 2008, 03:38:59 UTC
For the promise of having his painful empathy dampened again, Hisoka would have done quite a bit. The empathy did him no good here and quite a bit of bad. It made it hard to sleep, for one. It gave him nightmares. It gave him awkward insights he'd rather not have. He'd been glad the empathy was gone; he wanted it gone once more. Joshua might only have been a nurse, but that for damn sure meant he had more influence than Hisoka in getting a medicine situation arranged for the better.

So Hisoka dragged his ass to the auditorium, a look of intense unwillingness on his face, and dropped into a seat in front of the stage with a scowl. Grell, of course, was there, but he didn't recognize anybody else, although Captain Precious in the director's chair had to be Joshua. Too bad; Hisoka had comforted himself with the prospect of strangling Kojiro with his own hair for bringing up his name and calling him a princess to boot ( ... )

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naturalpuppy November 19 2008, 13:36:50 UTC
Joshua eyed the latest comer with a bit of amusement. Perhaps he was making a huge assumption, and perhaps that would come back to make an ass both of himself and of the pretty new arrival with the irritable scowl, but he was willing to bet that this was Hisoka.

"Perhaps the rest is silence, but that doesn't come until the end of the play," Joshua called out to him, smiling as sweetly as he could smile (which was very, very sweetly). "Sitting there without a word is hardly going to convince me. Get up, move around, say something! There's nothing to lose and everything to gain."

No doubt Hisoka would respond marvelously irritably. He knew it was cruel of him to poke fun at the boy, but really, it was Hisoka's own fault for being such a barrel of fun at all times.

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soukahisoka November 19 2008, 18:13:03 UTC
There were snakes in the Amazon whose venom could fell a full-grown man with one bite, and that venom still did not compare to the poison in the glare Hisoka leveled at Joshua.

"Convince you?" said Hisoka sourly. "I've shown up. I don't care what part I get. I don't even know any damn monologues," he muttered, capably ignoring the provided sheets on a table near the door.

All this just to extract a promise from a known double-talker who might not even go through with his end of the deal. Being a patient here was a pathetic lot indeed.

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chainsaw_juliet November 20 2008, 02:19:56 UTC
"Don't be silly!" Grell laughed softly, coming up behind Hisoka and draping his arms over his shoulders to embrace him. Nuzzling against his hair, the redhead giggled. "Don't be so shy!"

"I have just the part for you, and guess what?" Grell turned him around so the Reaper could tap his nose. "You won't have to say a single thing!"

"We'll make you Ophelia's handmaiden!" He clapped his hands in delight, eyes wide with enthusiasm. "That way you won't have to worry about your voice, and that would fulfill your need for stage presence."

Laughing, he looked to Joshua and almost bounced with glee- if not for the fact he remembered his all-too-fresh wounds.
"Won't he make the most beautiful handmaiden, Joshua sir?"

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