Fuda # 2 (Dial 1 to deny everything, dial 2 to dig yourself deeper.)

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[I should have known better than to fix the frying pan with duct tape before using it. Those pancakes really didn't taste good. Not even with syrup. ...Hisoka looks thoughtful today. Maybe he's daydreaming. I wish I knew--

T-there's got to be a way for this not to be readable. Is it possible to lie when it records this? Testing. My eyes are blu...rple. B- bl-p--ewwwple. Purple. :/

Maybe if I count sheep for the rest of my days I'll be safe. One sheep, two sheep, three...]

Hijiri, I'm going to plant flowers today! So if there's anything you and Duo want under your windows, let me know. And sorry about the mess in the kitchen, I'll try to clean it up later, and get a new frying pan. The old one practically fell apart.

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[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

Just don't be worried.

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[purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com]

Hisoka.

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[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

Tsuzuki.

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[purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com]

Do you ever get worried about me?

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[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

I don't want to talk about this right now.

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[purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com]

Do you have a headache?

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[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

...Will that make you stop asking private things when we're stuck like this?

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[purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com]

If you have one, I'll go easier on you.

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[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

Then it's terrible and throbbing.

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[purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com]

Do you want us to take a break so you can deal with that terrible and throbbing problem of yours in private?

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[purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com]

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[purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com]

...I meant peace and quiet. For your head. Lack of people would help with that.

[action] fdsjkgdhskl LINN you're my hero.

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

.. I wouldn't hate that.

[action] it was too tempting, Jessie. :P

[purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a deal.

[action] And I love you for it.

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

[Without further discussion, Hisoka retreats up to the privacy of his bedroom, fully expecting Tsuzuki to follow.]

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[purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com]

[Tsuzuki only hesitates for a moment before he follows. If Hisoka's forgotten about the kitchen, he certainly's not planning on reminding him just yet.]

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[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

[It's not that he's forgotten the kitchen, really. More like he was mostly supervising Tsuzuki's work and decided to supervise elsewhere. If Tsuzuki wants to deal with his housemates' stares and grumbles, it's really his own damn problem.] I'd almost forgotten how lazy you are.

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[purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com]

[Hisoka, you softie. Tsuzuki prefers bedroom over kitchen for the moment, though. Although being able to read their room-mates thoughts after he ruined their kitchen is probably, er, interesting.] I thought you wanted me to be quiet?

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[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

[Shh don't tell anyone.] Just keep the stupid things to yourself.

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[purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com]

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[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

[He smirks slightly and grabs a book from his desk, sitting up against his headboard.] ...Have your wings stopped bothering you yet?

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[purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com]

[With a small shrug, Tsuzuki takes a seat at the other end of the bed.] I guess.

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[purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com]

Oh. That reminds me, did you know there are telepaths in town?

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[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

I didn't think it would be that big of a surprise for you. It's simple physics, anyway.

[But then Tsuzuki asks that, and Hisoka's body stiffens. His little thought bubble produces an image of a silver-haired teenager with an infuriating smirk.] Stay away from anyone with powers like that, do you understand me?

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[purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com]

[It's somewhat unexpected to hear Hisoka telling him to stay away from people, so Tsuzuki jumps to conclusions.]



I will, but... Why?