idealism | Fuda # 4 [Action/video] Failure is the only option

[That... does not look good at all, but unfortunately Richard doesn't have the ability to heal anyone other than himself.]

Sir Tsuzuki, what happened? You're wounded...

[Tsuzuki might have looked unhappy a moment ago, but as soon as he realizes he left the device on he tries to smile.]

It's nothing to worry about. I just... uhm.

Are bleeding everywhere and should go to the clinic at once.

I was thinking I could sleep it off. I-I don't like clinics.

Forgive me for being forward, but that doesn't look like an injury one can just sleep off.

I don't know the way to the clinic, either.

Do you think there's healers in the village?

I would assume there are, though I'm not personally acquainted with any of them. You could always try asking for one over the journals and seeing if you get an answer that way.

[OOC: Here is the link to that doujinshi I made the icons from! It's only the first twelve pages of it (the actual doujinshi is 24 pages but I'm too lazy to scan my copy XD), but you can see how gorgeous the art is. ♥]

That's very good advice. Thank you. I'll just see if it goes away first, then I will check on the journals.

[ooc: sadjdfgj THANK YOU. ♥ It really is pretty.]

Edited 2010-06-04 19:48 (UTC)

... that isn't going to "go away."

[There's a slightly stern note to his voice now.]

[OOC: You're welcome! amarans has such gorgeous art that I had to buy that one as soon as I saw it.]

[Tsuzuki notices the stern tone and responds like he was presented with an authority-figure.] But it's getting late, that means they're probably busy. And I think my wounds have begun to bleed less, so everything should be fine.

[ooc: Lucky you. :D I would've bought it myself, if I had found it. Am such a fan of good art.]

Healers are never too busy to help someone in need. They wouldn't be healers if they did not desire to help others whenever their skills were required, whether it was convenient for them or not.

I guess you're right.

Will you please go see someone for my sake?

[His smile doesn't falter, but there's some new slump in his shoulders that shows he's feeling defeated.] Yeah, sure, Richard.

Thank you. I wouldn't want to see anything happen to you, even if it's true that death here isn't permanent.

I wouldn't have wanted to see you get hurt, either. Sorry for being such a pain.

You aren't being a pain at all.

[And had the journal not picked up on him, Hisoka might not have gotten the heads-up to run blindly out into the village searching for him. As it is, he darts toward him on the path leading home, eyes wide and panicked.]

Tsuzuki-- TSUZUKI what the hell did you get yourself into?? [Brb being a spazz and forgetting everything he knows about healing charms.]

[Well, he hadn't expected Hisoka to be out and about, he imagined that his partner would be reading. Taking a deep breath, he walks a little faster to reach his partner, but he's already anxious about having to talk about it.]

I -Hisoka, calm down. Nothing seriously bad happened. [He'd put his hands on Hisoka's shoulder, but suddenly remembers the wing he's carrying.]

You're injured.. [Hold on IS THAT A WING?] Who? Who did this to you??

[He finally does place a hand on Hisoka's shoulder, to steady himself.] A girl. ....Can we go inside? I want to sit down.

[As Tsuzuki's arm dangles over his shoulder, Hisoka grasps it tightly and squeezes. He can see an image of the girl in question as Tsuzuki mentions her, and files the recognition away for later.] You're going to need to be bandaged up.

Mhm. [Tsuzuki squeezes Hisoka's hand, honestly surprised and delighted that his partner would touch him willingly. Unfortunately it's buried under a layer of angst.] We should get bandages. And then go back. There were more people.[He tugs gently on Hisoka, but he quickly gives up on it.]

[The mention of more people is conflicting, but only partway.] I'm not leaving you. [Though it's a decision he might question later, Tsuzuki's wing is in his hand. Forget everyone else. Hisoka gently encourages Tsuzuki to lean more weight on him, all but dragging him back.]

[Though he doesn't forget that there were more victims, Hisoka's words softens his anxiety tremendously.] I'm not leaving you, either.

[Tsuzuki complies, resting slightly more on Hisoka as they walk back. It was more necessary than he'd like to admit, since by walking home with a amputee wound made him bleed like a champion. It gives Tsuzuki time to think.] ...I wonder why she attacked.

[Speaking purely in terms of strength, Hisoka has no business trying to carry Tsuzuki's weight upon him. Still, he keeps his strain to himself.] Some of the people here don't need reasons. They're in it because it's fun for them. ...They make me sick.

[That's why Tsuzuki's only leaning on him. He'll grab onto other things once they're indoors. Sighing gently, Tsuzuki looks at the ground as they walk into the building. He'll have to let Hisoka's comment sink in, since it's very important. In the meantime, he says the first thing that comes to mind.] Oh. I thought I had done something to make her-

Hisoka, I'm sorry.

Sorry for what? [He drags Tsuzuki into his own bedroom rather than Tsuzuki's or any shared house space. He sets Tsuzuki down on his bed and rummages in his desk for the pseudo-parchment they'd been using for fuda practice earlier.] Lie down on your stomach.

For getting in such a mess alone. I forgot I couldn't summon. [It's easy to follow commands, so Tsuzuki makes himself comfortable, lying down on Hisoka's bed. He looks over his shoulder, to see what Hisoka's up to. Tsuzuki wonders, with slight concern, whether or not he normally keep bandages in his room.]

[He's not concerned that the bloodloss would kill Tsuzuki, but he's definitely not healing right. After Tsuzuki's adventure with water balloons, Hisoka was inspired to try crafting an Omamori out of the leftover fuda scraps, specifically a kanai anzen to promote the healing process. He'd intended it for use the next time Draco came around in some state of physical duress, but this was clearly a better use for it. He fetches the bandages that he apparently does keep in his room, a remnant of his months-ago kidnapping, along with a set of scissors, and returns to Tsuzuki's side, pressing the omamori into his palm and cutting away he remains of his shirt to remove it without having to disrupt the already-damaged wings.] If you apologized for every time you did something stupid, you wouldn't have time to do anything else.

[Tsuzuki's remaining wing bristles violently when the sound of scissors reaches his ears. Otherwise he doesn't look like he's notices Hisoka shredding his shirt. He does, and he's slightly surprised that he's feeling vulnerable because of it.] Mhm, you're probably right.

[Still, he can't shake the feeling that everything that happened is his fault. Tsuzuki's mind plays a rerun of it, starting with his worry that River was a bloody victim, not a perpetrator, and stopping when he notices River's eyes being blank instead of filled with murderous intent.] Hisoka, I don't think she was completely sane. Maybe you should try to avoid her.

Of course I am. [He gives the remaining wing a tender stroke as his free hand clears away the scraps of fabric. He'd been assuming the bulk of the sword wounds would've at least partially healed over by now.] You're still bleeding too much. Is there a reason you're not healing as well as you should be? Did she curse you?

Sane or not, she's going to pay for what she did. [He says it naturally, without much fury at all. Nobody did this to Tsuzuki without retribution.]

[There's a sharp intake of breath. He hasn't had anyone touch his wings before, until today, and he'd rather not repeat River's treatment of them. Hisoka's, however, is surprisingly comforting, even if it is brief.] I don't know. The stab wound healed just fine. Maybe it'll stop if we cram the wing onto it again?

[The tone of voice is enough to make Tsuzuki try to look Hisoka in the eye. If she's indeed not well in the head, his protective instinct reels at the idea of having Hisoka near her.] Hisoka--

I don't know if it's that easy for us to reattach limbs. [It hadn't been when Hisoka had to regrow his eye and arm, thanks so much Sargatanas.] We can try, though. [And then he busies himself with accepting the severed wing from Tsuzuki's grip and marrying it with the rest of his body, bandaging it tightly to hold it in place.]

[He avoids eye contact, primarily because he's trying not to hear Tsuzuki's thoughts more loudly than he has to.] No. She won't get away with it.

I guess we'll find out. [Tsuzuki would have squirmed, but knows Hisoka would have a hard time bandaging it if he wouldn't stay still. Unfortunately, it itches painfully as it tries to heal.]

[Tsuzuki's fingers touch his partner's tenderly, as he gives up on making eye contact. He still thinks Hisoka's too young to focus on revenge. Still, he understands why, and is slightly touched by it.] Don't go out tonight, please.

[He flinches a little from Tsuzuki's discomfort. Once he's done with the bandages, he returns to petting the good wing. It always makes him feel better when Tsuzuki does it to him, at least.]

[But Hisoka's been focused on revenge for years now! This is nothing unusual.] If not tonight, then soon.

[It feels good, and Tsuzuki makes no effort to hide it. He'd arch up into the touch, like a cat, if he could, because he's shameless about what brings him pleasure. Still, he lies as quietly as he can. Tsuzuki suspects that Hisoka will stop petting him if he mentions it.]

[True, but Tsuzuki is bracing himself for the inevitable time when Hisoka's had his final revenge.] We really should look for the other victims.

Edited 2010-06-05 13:31 (UTC)

[That suspicion would be 100% correct! But Hisoka persists nonetheless, since it seems to be taking Tsuzuki's mind off his injuries. And really, that was the intent of the action in the first place. He slides onto the bed to sit beside his partner, soothed even as he is in the process of soothing.]

[When that time comes, Tsuzuki will be there to pick up the broken pieces Hisoka will invariably shatter into. :D] ...You shouldn't be moving yet. [Selfish empath is selfish. He'll have time to regret his decisions later.]

[Does Hisoka realize how long it's been since someone's petted Tsuzuki without being creepy? Because he doesn't, and he kind of thinks Hisoka's wonderful for doing it, particularly since he's so bothered by touching in general. He inches slightly to the side, giving Hisoka more room to sit, and hopefully more room to continue.] If you say so. ...Thank you.

[He definitely will be. :D Taking care of someone else is so selfish. ♥ Sadly, Tsuzuki knows how to screw up sweet moments.] Er, Hisoka. I think I got blood on your sheets. But if you want, you can sleep in my bed tonight.

[This touch is entirely different than the kind that bothers him. This is the touch as it was in Kyoto, the gentle strength that Hisoka manages best when Tsuzuki is most in need of it. He settles down and continues, prepared to keep repeating the motion until Tsuzuki didn't need it anymore.]

[He's picking Tsuzuki over people who are potentially hurt worse, and who most likely need more help than Tsuzuki had required. That's plenty selfish.] ..It's just sheets. [There's a "you're more important" implied in that.]

[The feeling of being cared about like that is addictive. Tsuzuki closes his eyes and basks in it while he can, since in his experience it rarely lasts long. Funnily enough, he's at a loss about what to do with his hands, since he's usually reciprocating. He glances at them, and notices the dried blood on them. It's only his own, but it still shocks him in a bad way. Hisoka's gentle touch grounds him again, keeping him stable.] Are you sure this is all right? Your empathy--

[Tsuzuki notices, but like he'll he'd call Hisoka out on it. Instead he calms down further, a ghost of blush on his cheeks. He's grateful he gets to see this side of Hisoka occasionally. It makes it all worth it.]

--my empathy is fine. [He pulls his attention away from the wing to grip Tsuzuki's hand in both his own.] You're fine, okay? You haven't done anything wrong.

[Tsuzuki squeezes one of Hisoka's hand, glad for the contact.] If you're sure.

[With Hisoka's attention now off his wings, he tries to sit up, slowly. He's being completely honest for once, so his voice is hesitant.] Then why does it feel like I did something wrong?

[It takes a minute for Hisoka to answer, mostly spent fretting over Tsuzuki's change in position and how it might impact the wounded wing. Once it's clear that Tsuzuki will stay upright, he pauses to consider the question at hand.] ...Because you wanted to save her.

[It's clear he's not planning on staying upright for long, he did it for a reason. But his back aches and his wing still itches, so he's planning on lying down again.] Yeah, I did. [The truth hurts, so Tsuzuki leans forward until his forehead touches Hisoka's.]

I'm glad you weren't one of those she cut down. [With that said, Tsuzuki pulls back from the unconventional caress, and moves to lie down again.]

...Tsuzuki... [Hisoka turns a dark pink at the brief contact, and very visibly has no idea what to do about it. When Tsuzuki pulls away, be adjusts his own position enough for Tsuzuki's head to rest comfortably on his lap.] You don't have to say that. I would've been fine.

[Tsuzuki doesn't need more encouragement to use Hisoka's lap as a pillow. It lessens his chances to touch his partner, however, so he reaches for Hisoka's fingers. He sounds a little drowsy when he replies.]

...Can we stay like this? Just for a little while.

Edited 2010-06-05 22:26 (UTC)

[He lets Tsuzuki grab for him, though his expression becomes a little less readable.] As long as you want.

[Satisfied that Hisoka's hand is there, he subsides to simply run his fingers across the palm once. Closing his eyes comes naturally after that, and even his wing droops.] Thank you, Hisoka.

[Hisoka doesn't reply with words. Instead, he allows Tsuzuki to get as comfortable as he'd like, happy to sit with him until Tsuzuki was done getting rest.It was the only ay he'd ever heal properly.]

[Tsuzuki would have fallen asleep. The warm bed is certainly tempting enough, but he doesn't want Hisoka to not being able to get up because his lap is pinned down. He stays silent, looking up to see what kind of mood his partner is in. That way he'll know whether or not he's worn out his welcome.]

[Not tonight. Not after he'd been so worried, then so relieved. Even if it was stupid to be so frantic in a place where death and resurrection meant nothing. It was taxing, and it was nearly over.

Hisoka leaves a hand interlaced with Tsuzuki's while the other returns to the good wing, stroking his fingers through the feathers and carefully straightening them. Tsuzuki needed someone to take a comb to his wings or something anyway.]

[Tsuzuki's feathers probably does need to be worked over, but he's oblivious to it. They're doomed to become as messy as his hair at this rate.

His good wing arches up into Hisoka's touch as Tsuzuki's eyelids slide shut. He can understand why Hisoka likes having his wings touched, if it feels like this. That is the last real thought he forms before falling into a slumber in Hisoka's lap.

If he had paid more attention, he would have noticed that his other wing had stopped itching, but that would mean having to tell his partner and get up.]

[They absolutely will not. Hisoka isn't about to listen to Draco poke fun of Tsuzuki's disheveledness if it can be at all avoided.

It's just that having Tsuzuki there, so close and so relaxed and so open, is starting to subtly affect Hisoka's pace. His petting slows significantly under the weight of Tsuzuki's drowsiness.]

[His dedication to appearing cool to Draco is commendable. Whether Hisoka works up the nerve to comment on Tsuzuki's appearance/wings in time, on the other hand...

Still not entirely asleep, Tsuzuki's hand squeezes Hisoka's. He feels like home, and belonging, and everything would be okay if-

A door closes loudly in the building and Tsuzuki jolts awake. It takes him a few seconds to realize where he is, since it's not his bed, nor on the desk during lunch.]

Ah... 'Soka?

[OOC: - threadjacking's always cool with me if it's cool with you. :D Or, you know, if you wanted them to NOT be attached by an invisible cord that's cool too. xD]

[whssfhjkhgkldgiovWHAT'SGOINGON?? Hisoka jumps a half-second after Tsuzuki, frightened and jumpy without a clear source behind it.] --What?? Did something happen?

Edited 2010-06-08 04:46 (UTC)

[ooc: Threadjacking is totally okay with me. Hisoka's allowed to jump in on anything Tsuzuki's up to. :D I might need a PM if there's a thread with Soka I shouldn't miss, though!]

[Tsuzuki rubs his eyes to wake up fully, then offers Hisoka a crooked smile. He feels much better already.] Not sure. I can go and take a look. [It's his knee-jerk reaction to offer comfort when his partner isn't calm, after all.]

[Damn you and your damn panic, Tsuzuki. Hisoka takes a quivering gasp and tries to force his own heartrate to slow.] Don't panic over nothing! Have more consideration than that! [he shoves Tsuzuki's shoulder hard, primarily upset at himself for letting his defenses down far enough to synchronize that completely with Tsuzuki in the first place.]

[Or maybe he won't go to look, but instead sit and argue with Hisoka. That works, too!]

I'm sorry. I'm better now, here!

[Tsuzuki offers Hisoka his hand, so he can feel his emotions. The hard shove was apparently forgotten as soon as he regained his balance again.]

[Oh hell no, Hisoka's not going NEAR Tsuzuki after that.] Go back to your room already!

At least let me help clean up.

...It's fine. Get some rest.

[Hisoka probably knew it was coming. Tsuzuki ruffles his hair.] I'll see if anyone's at the front door, then I'll come back up.

Edited 2010-06-13 05:20 (UTC)

[AUGH STOP IT. Hisoka pushes the ruffling hand far far away.] Do what you want. I'm not your mother.

Thanks, 'Soka.

[So once Tsuzuki's checked the front door to make sure Mute Violent Girl wasn't coming to finish the job, he returns upstairs again. With a laundry basket, mind. He doesn't like the idea of leaving Hisoka to clean up alone.]

Knock, knock.

[Getting into the house without Sheik hearing you is difficult. He may have spent the past week or so ill but his senses are in no way dulled. Sheik's been busy in the kitchen getting himself ready to head into the desert, so it's not hard for him to take a peek at whoever's coming in. He doesn't like what he sees.]

[He sets down the bread he'd been cutting and goes to set a hand on Tsuzuki's shoulder to try and steer him to the bathroom. Sheik'll not have you bleeding all over the house.]

[Tsuzuki would prefer not to bleed all over the house, too, that's why he worked on removing his bloody shoes. :D No matter how surprised he is at Sheik's behavior, he doesn't object to being steered towards the bathroom.]

Sorry, Sheik.

[Sheik shakes his head. Don't apologize when there's no need to. He checks to make sure the lid is down, then sits Tsuzuki down on the toilet. He knows from ~~far too much~~ personal experience that when those wings are damaged, they bleed a lot. So unless Tsuzuki objects, that's what Sheik will be tending to.]

[Tsuzuki glances uncertainly at Sheik, however he's not thinking about resisting the help. He would have tended to his wing by himself, if he could have reached it.]

[Nevertheless, the remaining wing tucks close to his body with nervousness. Tsuzuki doesn't know what Sheik's thinking about doing. The result is that he's as quiet as Sheik.]

[Tsuzuki shouldn't be so worried. Sheik's not going to hurt him. He gets a towel and presses it hard against his back where the removed wing once was. He'll worry about cleaning up and bandaging it once he's sure it's stopped bleeding. To that end he attempts healing it some, focusing the energy through the hand that isn't pressing the towel to Tsuzuki's back. His skill is minimal, but if he tries hard enough, it should be enough.]

[Not going to hurt him? Pushing a towel against his back hurts enough. :| A soft moan escapes him, but he doesn't pull away. In fact, it is starting to feel numb, rather than painful. And Tsuzuki suspects there's magic involved. Fascinated, he tried to look over his shoulder to watch what Sheik is doing.]

Are you a healer?

[That's necessary pain. Sheik shakes his head. Healing goes against his nature somewhat, so it feels rather wrong to him to be doing this. But still, he manages enough, and he pulls the towel away to check if he's sufficiently stopped the bleeding.]

[His body responds incredibly well to healing spells, so the skin looks pink and better already. The wound is still bleeding slightly, but definitely not as seriously as it did earlier.]

[Tsuzuki, who previously has stroked the feathers on his cut off wing, offered the feathered lump to Sheik.] Is there anything to be done with this?

[Well that's new to Sheik. Normally his healing isn't that effective. He sets the towel aside and takes the wing. There's nothing to be done about that and he shakes his head. He can't reattach it. Tsuzuki will have to wait for it to grow back on its own.]

[Off with the shirt, now. He should get that cleaned up and bandaged now.]

[Tsuzuki was startled and sad that he'd lost a wing, but tried to hide it. The shirt suffered a slice from the knife, so Tsuzuki fusses with the buttons on the remainder of the fabric.]

That was my favorite tie. [He says it offhandedly and indignantly, taking off his black tie that's been cut cleanly in half. He puts it down on the sink, before taking off his shirt.]

[He'll have to get a new one just like it, then. Sheik disappears from the room for a few moments, then returns with several rolls of bandages. Then he gets another towel and starts gently washing the blood away from the wound.]

[The moment of solitude gives Tsuzuki time to put things in perspective. His stomach hurts and itches, but he takes it as a good sign. It might be healing on its own.]

[He sits as still as he can, while Sheik takes care of him. It's not easy. Tsuzuki wants to help, somehow, but he's run out of ideas. He bows his head.]

Thank you for doing this, Sheik.

[Sheik nods. It's all right. He doesn't terribly mind. He pats the area dry, then starts bandaging Tsuzuki up.]

[There, all done. Any other things he can help patch up?]

[To Tsuzuki, such willingness to help is really rare. He reaches a hand out and smiles weakly, but not unkindly. Sheik has already done a lot for him, he can deal with the stab-wound himself.]

Can I have that roll of bandages?

[Sheik nods and hands them over. He's okay with letting Tsuzuki take over from here. He starts cleaning up the blood he's gotten on the sink, carefully skirting the severed wing for now.]

TSUZUKI!!

[And Tsuzuki thought he was being quiet. His voice is trying to be reassuring.] Hi, Hijiri.

What happened??

I walked into someone with a sword. [He pats Hijiri's shoulder with his free hand.] ...Let's go inside.

... walked into? Who?

[He looks downright guilty.] I didn't have time to ask. She just started to attack when I was close enough.

What does she look like?

Petite, like a ballerina. Dark hair almost down to her shoulders. She wore a dress.

Hijiri, you are not going to do anything stupid. [Tsuzuki gently ushers him towards the door.]

A girl...?

[is pushed] I'm not going to do anything stupid.

I think she was, yes.

[Getting Hijiri inside without getting blood on him is kind of hard. Tsuzuki ends up using the hand holding his wing in to push him in the door.] I know you're not. I'm just making sure I know where everyone is.

... why did she attack you?

[he just wants to kill this girl, whoever she is. That's not stupid at all, anyway he lets himself be ushered back inside]

She didn't tell me.

[If Tsuzuki knew that was what Hijiri thought, he'd be touched. -Before he'd worry that Hijiri would try to find her. In any case, the closest sink is in the kitchen, so that's where Tsuzuki's heading.

He pulls his ruined tie loose.]

Do you know if there are mind-controllers in the city?

... mind-controllers? I guess there are but I don't know any personally. Why?

[Tsuzuki hesitates, then smiles sadly.] Maybe it wasn't her fault that she attacked.

Hijiri? Can you do me a favor?

What exactly happened, Tsuzuki?

Anything.

She looked like she was hurt, so I walked up to her to check. Maybe she was in shock?

[There is no way to say this in a polite manner, so Tsuzuki simply tries to say it quickly.] Could you please hold my wing in place, so it can heal against the wound?

Maybe... or it could have been an act.

Huh? Oh, sure. [holds out his hand for the wing]

It's possible.

Thank you.

[He picks up the wing and hands it to Hijiri. Tsuzuki almost pulls it back to dust the dirt and dust off of it, but he resists, turning his back to the teenager.]

Sorry about the blood. I'll clean it up once I've showered.

Entirely too possible here...

Ah, don't worry about the blood. [holds the wing against where it's been torn off] Is this alright? And... doesn't it hurt? Mine hurt like hell when I broke them!

Sure, it hurts. But it'll be all right once it attaches again. [Speaking of which, said wing is grabbing onto the wound and doing its thing, finally. It itches like crazy.]

Maybe I can ask her why she did it once I healed.

[he's never actually seen anything quite like this before! he holds the wing steady]

Maybe...

[The first thing Tsuzuki's wing does once the nerve endings attach is to twitch. He rubs it absentmindedly to get the itching out, before he turns to Hijiri again.]

Maybe?

[he holds the wing as still as he can until it's fully healed]

I still don't think it'll be safe. There are a lot of psychos here.

[It's more appreciated than Tsuzuki can say. When the wing feels warm again, he sighs and relaxes.]

That's probably true. I don't know, I just want to make sure.

[he lets go slowly] Is it done?

well, I don't want you going to look for her alone... bring Hisoka with you or something.

I think so. It doesn't hurt when I breathe anymore. [Tsuzuki's wings move very slowly back and forth, before he turns to face Hijiri again.] Thank you.

I'll ask him. Though, when we have to deal with violent people it always makes me worry about him.

It's so nice to have healing powers. You're welcome.

Hmm... that could be a problem... take Duo with you instead?

I wish this place hadn't messed with it, though. ...I guess I took my healing powers for granted until now.

If I did, I'd make sure he was shielded at all times.

At least you still have some of it.

Well, I'm sure Duo can take care of himself just fine.

I've had it since childhood. That's probably why.

Most likely, but... I don't want to put your boyfriend in any danger, Hijiri.

Edited 2010-06-16 11:59 (UTC)

Eh? I thought it was a shinigami power...

He's used to danger. He's always boasting about it anyway.

It is a shinigami power. I'd really hate this job if it wasn't.

He seems like a great boy. I don't want to introduce him to anything that would make his less extroverted.

... but you just said since you were young...

There's no need to worry about him. He'll be fine.

Well, it's complicated. But it is a shinigami power, too, so don't worry. Just ask Hisoka.

That won't stop me from worrying about him. He won't heal as quickly as I do, if something happens.

Complicated...? ... as if Hisoka would tell me anything...

I guess... well, thank you for looking out for him, Tsuzuki!

You know. Wait, do you think he wouldn't?

You're welcome. It's the least I could hypothetically do.

Hisoka never really tells me anything...

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[Action] <33 Like I need an excuse to buy that DVD set and finally ditch my VHSes

[Action] <33 wouldn't you have to watch them in english dub to get good screenshots?

[Action] <33 Thus the need for DVDs! Multilanguage audio! :D Also the DA post got big, but you know-

[Action] <33 but the English version makes me whimper.

[Action] <33 That's just because it's terrible. *patpat*

[Action] <33 Hisoka with a valley accent. I just. No.

[Action] <33 Ugh, agreed. >.<

[Action] <33 Now I want to watch it again. :3

[Action] <33 DO IT. :O

[Action] <33 I might end up quoting it and then you'll be sorry. :D

[Action] <33 You can't quote bad acting over text! I WIN. :D

[Action] <33 My flawless plan is ruined! :0

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[Action] You work too much! ties you to a chair

[Action] Oh no, why? What happened, Jess? hugs

[Action] awww. Poor Jess. glomps and bakes cookies

[Action] I'm not surprised. XD Can I adopt instead? ponders

[Action] <33 That's just because it's terrible. patpat