“Yes, just come here, anon~!”
i cant think of any way to describe hisoka as a character better than if you were supposed to be sharing a bag of doritos with him, he would wait until you left, then carefully lick all of the flavor dust off every single dorito in the bag, then put them back in the bag and wait for you to eat them
I’m sorry I can’t put this under read more, but I’m just so frustrated.
I told my friend that my grandfather was being a jackass so early in the morning, and she just said: lol it’s okay.
Haha. No. It is not okay. He is scaring the shit out of me. He’s being insensitive to others, and that’s not right. Yeah, he’s old, but that doesn’t mean that he shouldn’t give respect to other people.
If this is supposed to be funny, I’m not laughing out loud.
Illumi asking Hisoka to have his child as his mother wants a grandchild and he has no one else to really ask.
That was surprising. People usually weren’t that courteous, most of them simply ignored you or insulted you.
Without noticing, she was staring at the man. Those were some weird clothes he was wearing, he looks like a jester but at the same time he was too elegant to be a simple buffoon.
"Snap?" His accent was weird as well. If he were Braavosi as her, the colourful clothing would had an explanation. "I’m sorry, I don’t know the meaning of that word." Now she must be the one that looked like a fool.
Now that he thinks about it, he has no idea where he is right now. His location is completely unknown. As he surveys the area, another realisation dawns on him: he’s not in the same city, anymore. In fact, the way people dress, and how they speak are different. An amused smile grazes his lips. He is utterly lost.
He looks at the woman, instead, checking her clothes. A dress, and a long one, at that. Her question just proves his theory; he’s not of the same world, anymore. "Pardon me, miss," Hisoka says, smiling. “I’m afraid I used the wrong … term. You look like you’re angry, for some reason.” He tilts his head. “Does that make sense?”
"Angel hit her head against the door. Pfft. Silly girl."
Going through her third cup of coffee, visibly shaking from too many drinks and not enough sleep, Luna looks up from her cup to Hisoka. With a straight face she asks “What makes you say that?”
Ignoring Hisoka’s little joke, Luna frowned, nearly crying “Oh, Hisoka, it was horrible! I…” Her face changed. The near sobbing stopped as she continued with a wave on confusion on her face “I can’t remember.” She tried thinking about it and then shrugged “Oh well.” She sighed and rubbed her forehead and noticed scribbling on her arm. Looking at Hisoka she shook her head and then rolled her eyes “Aren’t you a little old to be doing this sort of thing?!”
Her memory sure is short, or maybe her brain is just refusing to make her remember. Dreams may be forgotten easily, but nightmares are a little hard to ignore. Hisoka simply shrugs in response, grinning at her. “Well, it worked, didn’t it?” He scribbles a line on her arm, drawing a spade. “You need to to conquer your problems soon,” he says nonchalantly. “Or you’re going to have to refrain yourself from sleeping your entire life. In which case,” he continues, poking her nose with the marker, “is very possible.”