[This very fine morning, Lea will definitely wake up and open both eyes to a clown hovering directly above him (so they're parallel), several inches away. It looks like he's floating? But also, he's really close. His face is really close.
When Lea is conscious, a smile comes to Hisoka's face.]
[ You know that feeling when you've been anticipating something terrible and it finally happens? This is the feeling Lea gets when he wakes up to Hisoka's face so close to his in the morning.
Impulse control in the morning is bad, though, and Lea tries to headbutt Hisoka. This is a great plan. ]
[Ah yes, one of the many reactions he was waiting for, but not one he wanted.
Looking surprised, he shifts from head to toe as one unit to the side, just enough Lea's head swings up and grazes his own near the shoulder. Very close call. Not bad.]
I thought you might be awake, but your breathing was too deep. ♥ You're very fast.
[Tucking his legs, he leans back and rolls up into a sit, and it's clear then how he's hovering like a plank over Lea: a large handful of vines have spilled from beneath the gakuran jacket at the back, as if his shoulder blades had vomited them all up. They're pressed into the bed and the floor all around, suspending him... now as if he's sitting in a chair.]
[ apparently not fast enough, he doesn't say. Lea really would've enjoyed actually hitting him.
he sits up himself and stares at Hisoka's vine chair with the most dead-eyed expression he can muster. it is a lot more annoyed than he wants it to be. why first thing in the morning. why. ]
Y'know, this is a lot more like the opposite thing you were spouting about that first week. [ as if to emphasize his point, he brings his hand closer to one of the vines on the bed with a small flame. he doesn't touch it, but. ]
The vines pulsate slightly, and so he bobs in place, arms folding across his chest.] Is it? One is made up of the other. [The ones close to the flame shrink away as if it’s too warm, but over the side of the bed, two lift with ends razored into pointed sharp lines.]
I hope you slept well. Tonight is a big night.
[Shifting, the vines spill away off the bed and carry him along until his feet touch the floor. All of them retract, slithering back up beneath the jacket and disappearing.]
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w3, thursday morning
When Lea is conscious, a smile comes to Hisoka's face.]
Good morning. ♥
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Impulse control in the morning is bad, though, and Lea tries to headbutt Hisoka. This is a great plan. ]
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Looking surprised, he shifts from head to toe as one unit to the side, just enough Lea's head swings up and grazes his own near the shoulder. Very close call. Not bad.]
I thought you might be awake, but your breathing was too deep. ♥ You're very fast.
[Tucking his legs, he leans back and rolls up into a sit, and it's clear then how he's hovering like a plank over Lea: a large handful of vines have spilled from beneath the gakuran jacket at the back, as if his shoulder blades had vomited them all up. They're pressed into the bed and the floor all around, suspending him... now as if he's sitting in a chair.]
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he sits up himself and stares at Hisoka's vine chair with the most dead-eyed expression he can muster. it is a lot more annoyed than he wants it to be. why first thing in the morning. why. ]
Y'know, this is a lot more like the opposite thing you were spouting about that first week. [ as if to emphasize his point, he brings his hand closer to one of the vines on the bed with a small flame. he doesn't touch it, but. ]
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The vines pulsate slightly, and so he bobs in place, arms folding across his chest.] Is it? One is made up of the other. [The ones close to the flame shrink away as if it’s too warm, but over the side of the bed, two lift with ends razored into pointed sharp lines.]
I hope you slept well. Tonight is a big night.
[Shifting, the vines spill away off the bed and carry him along until his feet touch the floor. All of them retract, slithering back up beneath the jacket and disappearing.]
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He throws a look at the pointed vines but makes no move until Hisoka retracts, calling off the fire and leaning his hand on his chin ]
Yeah? You got big plans, then?
[ it's conversational with an edge, the best kind of conversational ]
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You would be so lonely and cold if I wasn't there. The only thing I'm doing is sleeping.
[He grins.]
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I'll be holding you to that, you know.
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[He keeps looking, lids lowered slightly.]
Does that mean you want my arms around you?
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