Audacious, this one. Illumi’s brows raised just slightly at the second attempt at an attack. Not quite in concern, more out of sheer curiosity than anything. The boy’s form could certainly use a little work. And he could certainly try to lean more heavily into the element of unpredictability, but it was interesting to watch all the same. He seemed at least somewhat practiced, and the speed he spit those nails out with was almost impressive. All pointless, but he does seem mildly invested in their exchange as he leaned casually against the nearest tree.
“It’s true. You should see some of the other tricks he pulls.”
It isn’t until Hisoka seemingly has a handle on him that Illumi finally decided to step forward, closing the distance between them to get a closer look at the child. He doesn’t… seem to be anything exceptional, but his energy…
“Knock yourself out. But he is your new friend. I think you should take care of him.” He’ll take a moment to pluck one of those nails out of the child’s mouth, studying it carefully between his fingers. “You should ask him what he wants first though. I wanna hear what you did to tick him off in the first place.”
He wasn’t disappointed, watching the looming man catch the nail—though, he wouldn’t have been disappointed if it hadn’t been caught either. And imagine his surprise, finding someone else who knew how to play such tricks! The smile widened, eyes bright with exhilaration, “I’m ma–!”
His delight, however, was short-lived. Hands scrambled for purchase as the small boy was lifted into the air, feet kicking wildly at nothing. Souichi clawed at the arm that gripped his shirt so tightly. “H–hey! What do you think you’re doing?! What the Hell?!”
The wriggling became even more indignant and wild when the other man approached too, snatching a spit-covered nail from his mouth. One arm was reaching out for the hand that had plucked it from him so easily. Who were these men? Who did they think they were? Disrespecting him so? “That’s mine! You can’t just take my nails! I need them to live! Would you kill a child?!”
Teeth gnashed violently, as if there was something for them to latch onto as well, the nails clanking together noisily in his mouth while he flailed in outrage. “Agh! Let me go! Let me go! Let me GO!” The longer he was held, the more he would scream. That usually worked.
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Hisoka wasn’t paying attention to whatever the kid had been about to say. More accurately he didn’t care. This was his game now, he would listen when it suited him.
His grip remained like iron even as the boys protests became more enthusiastic. It was easy to ignore, in favor of Illumi’s advice. Practical but not with out a shred of that natural curiosity.
“Hush now, kitten,” Hisoka chastised the boy as his protests grew desperate Of course he understood, if the nails were his favored toys, then it was only natural that he might get possessive over them. In fact, that was a sentiment he could easily empathize with.
Would he kill a child? Given that age was as big of an illusion as anything else in Hisoka’s world... The smirk was growing.
“A child?” he teased, obviously retaining his hold at the kid’s scruff. “Is that what you are? I could have sworn you were an ugly little gremlin. Tell me child, is there a reason you targeted me today?”
He suspected not really, but there was aways the chance that he was out for vengeance. Some perceived act of malice that Hisoka couldn’t recall. After all, it had happened before.
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