she’s had worse partners in ploys, schemes, and performances, but never has a man made her feel quite like this:
irked, exhausted, and perpetually on the edge of losing her temper.
she rolls back her shoulders and raises her chin, extending her neck as she attempts to dispel the increasing tension that has decided to settle in the divots of her skin. when she levels her gaze, she has replaced all irritation in her features with something that, to a stranger, might appear to be seduction.
she reasons leorio knows better.
leaning forward, she rests both elbows on the table and aligns her palms, angling her hands to rest parallel against her cheek. fluttering her long eyelashes, she feigns a coquettish expression. ‘you always know what to say to charm a lady.’
she bites her tongue to keep from saying more and instead directs her attention to the chicken scratch he’s slid toward her. when she reads what he’s written, her eyes narrow. her coy demeanor falters, and her lips purse into a slight frown.
‘oh, dear, you’re so forward,’ she says with a light laugh, reaching for his hand. her fingers traipse across his knuckles before teasing the pen from his grasp.
beneath his message, she writes:
if i have to stay here all night, there will be casualties.
she lifts her face to smile before continuing the message.
we can’t wait for him to strike. what do you suggest we do?
when she passes the note back, she catches the eye of a passing waiter and tips her glass in his direction, silently requesting a fresh bottle. if she must remain in the public eye against her will, she might as well make the most of it.
we can’t wait for him to strike. what do you suggest we do?
Leorio read those words with a rather uncharacteristic stern expression on his face. That was a good question, what in the world should he do? Leorio always been good with improvising from time to time, in fact, being able to improvise has helped him getting out of a lot of troubles in his life. But now... they couldn’t rely on improvisation, not anymore, not when Hisoka, the most dangerous person he has ever met, is out there, taking people out one by one.
The male put his hand through his hair in silence for a couple of seconds, clearly struggling to come up with something, the man couldn’t just plan ahead without analyzing the situation at hand, he had to see the different facets of the situation, and then come up with a plan after it. He knows that Hisoka is there and he is killing people who are alone... but is that all that it is... there must be something else in there he can grasp and come up with a conclusion... there must be, he just has to think outside the box... he just has to think... like...
Images of an androgynous blond male clouded his mind as he starts to wonder if Kurapika would be fine in all of this. Leorio’s plan was to make the woman in front of him serve as a protector, a guardian, but he has yet to find an opportunity to do so... and the clock is slowly running out for all of them. Goddammit Pika, why did he had to take the job as a bodyguard, sure, Leorio was the one who sugg-
...Bodyguard? ...Bodyguards!
“That’s it!” Leorio exclaimed, finally figuring something out, although his expression showed a lot more concern than satisfaction. It seemed like he was about to say something else, but he finally realizes that his reaction might raises some suspicion, so he tried to get back into the role. “I just... I need you my love!”
Leorio stood from his chair and went toward the woman’s, his mouth slowly approaching her left ear. “Follow me...”
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