What if Chrollo do if his s/o is Kurapika soulmate? :33
୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ᥫ᭡ oof, this is a hell of a concept… i hope i did it justice 😅 im assuming you meant romantic soulmate here, so that’s what i went with haha, enjoy reader, i love u!
.*ʚ☘️ɞ*. gn!reader
chrollo’s partner is kurapika’s soulmate~ headcanons
.*ʚ💚ɞ* chrollo found this out while using the fortune-telling ability that was stolen from neon..and while he remained composed and showed no physical signs of displeasure, it definitely didn’t go over well with chrollo. he’s more than a little stunned to see “eyes of red” a number of times in the fortune in the same sentences as your name. he cannot comprehend how that would even happen.
ᥫ᭡ ~ normally, he’s willing to allow fate to take one wherever they need to be, but… you? chrollo can’t stand the idea of losing you; he feels he’s lost too many already, and losing you to an enemy of the troupe that managed to kill two members as well as kidnap him?
ᥫ᭡~ many people might start to cling to their partner if they’re in the same situation. but chrollo sort of begins to push you away. slowly, he doesn’t just kick you to the curb, but you’ll notice his personality change. he’ll start acting like the leader of the phantom troupe towards you rather than your partner. he does this to make your eventual departure easier for him- but he fails to consider your feelings.
ᥫ᭡~ he doesn’t bother making a case for himself- how powerful he is, how much money he has- he doesn’t bother boasting that. fate is fate. he accepts it. he doesn’t like it.
ᥫ᭡ ~chrollo might also be a little harsh. imagine you going up to him and asking to spend time with him alone for a while. he will make an excuse that he’s busy or say something a bit hurtful (and slightly manipulative) like: “wouldn’t you rather spend time with your soulmate? there’s no reason for you to act like you’re still fond of me. we already know who you’re truly meant to be with.”
ᥫ᭡~ chrollo may or may not gaslight you into thinking you’re already in love with kurapika despite you only having met him once.
“chrollo, do you want to go out with me tonight? we haven’t in some time…”
“why should we? you’re already in love with the chain user. stop trying to salvage something that isn’t there.”
“what? i don’t even know him; i encountered him only once. i wish you would let it go. it will happen when it happens!”
“and the bond was already there. i don’t know how i missed it myself- you felt it too. you had to.”
“what the hell are you talking about? i only had to meet him because he’d kidnapped you. it isn’t like i wanted to.”
“don’t act like an idiot. we both know there was something there. it’s pointless to deny it now.”
ᥫ᭡ ~honestly, it’s not even the knowledge of knowing your true soulmate isn’t chrollo that finally makes you leave. it’s the way chrollo treats you after he finds out. you know those horror movies where people hear that some demon or something is after them to kill them, and boom, they wind up dying all by themselves trying to escape the demon without said demon even getting to them? that’s what this is, basically- self-sabotage.
ᥫ᭡~ as for the fact that your soulmate is kurapika… no, chrollo isn’t fond of the idea. however, it does mean that since he knows who kurapika is and has encountered him before, he has a chance of finding him. so in the event that he decides he doesn’t want to settle for fate anymore, he can eliminate kurapika by force. not that kurapika needs any help with that
Boss x Secretary/Assistant, Fluffy February, Suggestive
Squid Ink
Your back pressed firmly against the glass panel. The cold breeze of the night made goosebumps on your exposed skin.
"Mr. Lucilfer..." You desperately plea. Your hands clasped in a tight fist over his chest. His lips continued sucking on the sore skin of your neck.
You allowed your moans to be caught in the air. His hands slipped under the tight skirt. His fingers halting when they got to your soaked undergarments.
"Do you want to?" Chrollo's eyes found yours. "We can't" You squirmed, shutting your legs. Chrollo took back his hand, putting a strand of hair behind your ear.
His lips fell onto yours. Swallowing every single doubt or word you had to say. His hands remained at the respectful pressure. His tongue darted into your mouth.
Pressing the mixed saliva down your throat. You melted into the kiss. Your tense posture-breaking down. The fist you hand on his chest loosened, allowing him to take a step closer.
His knee slid in between your legs. The heartbeat of warmth shuddered at the crisp air.
Your heart was pounding. The blood in your body boiling underneath your skin.
Once, Chrollo pulled away, he asked again. You looked into his grey eyes. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lucilfer" You muttered, eyes looking down in shame.
It wasn't the rules that made you deny the offer. It was that if you fulfilled the feelings you had burning a hole in your heart then you would be vulnerable again.
After becoming Chrollo's secretary, he often did weird actions. Like hanging out with you in your free time. Or calling you at night and saying he just wanted to hearing your voice.
He liked you. And you were falling in love with him but you kept reminding yourself of the complicated circumstances.
Chrollo was discussed around the facility often. Many of the women said he was asexual. You assumed so too until he rambled about his love life. Although, the conversation was intended to tell you how he was single, you decided to investigate.
Honestly, he was lonely. And you were friendly and around him for most of the day so he just clinged to you.
"Never apologize" He sounded hurt but still tugged down the ruffles in your skirt and adjusted your shirt. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable" Chrollo stated as you flinched at the movement of his hand.
Your chest settled back after rising again. "I'll leave" You swallowed the lump stuck in your throat. You scrambled out of the office. The fresh air on the other side of the door, felt refreshing as it hit your lungs.
Chrollo places his forehead on the glass when he heard his office door click shut. He balled his fist, cursing and degrading himself.
Everything good in his life had been pushed away. He couldn't let you fall victim to his stupidity.
You arrived at the office 10 minutes earlier than your regular time. You took the stairs instead of the private elevator Chrollo allowed you to use.
You sent Machi to check in on his office. You even loiter around in another department to avoid him. You already felt bad about rejecting him, you knew you couldn't stand the awkward silence that would hatch if you saw him.
You requested substitutes for everything you did for Chrollo. Give him his morning coffee, a fresh pastry, talk to him about upcoming meetings, fix his tie, have the usual sexual tension in the elevator, etc.
You did everything to avoid him until you couldn't. You had to go to your office and send the right files for an important meeting.
You assumed he had already made his way to the meeting so the mission would be simple.
You looked across the hall, where his office was. A heavy filling sinking in your abdomen. You opened your door and left a small distance between it and the doorframe.
A black box was on your desk, a note slipped underneath it. You bit your bottom lip, scanning the neat handwriting.
You sighed, reading the last sentence. He always was dramatic when it came to apologizing, especially towards you. You set down the note and inspected the box.
You set it down on the shiny surface of the polished desk. You hooked your fingers on the edge of the top, pulling it up.
The box was arranged in different rows and columns. Each small section has a chocolate-covered strawberry. The delicate smooth brown glistening in the office's lights.
You chuckled, seeing the embroidery of the brand. It was the same Cafe you and Chrollo went to to get pastries. Your body couldn't help but warm at the sight of his gesture.
"You like them?" Chrollo's voice chimed from the doorframe. You were so captivated by your heart beating, you didn't hear the door slightly creak.
You fixed your posture. "Good afternoon, Mr. Lucilfer" You closed the box, trying to keep your composure. "I haven't seen you all morning" Chrollo crossed his arms.
His black hair looked rough. Deep eye bangs created a dark shadow underneath his eyes. His tie was in shambles.
Chrollo saw your flickering vision. "I don't appreciate you avoiding me." "I wasn't." "Machi got my order wrong and Feitan accidentally canceled the company's investment"
You suppressed a laugh while gathering the files. You stood up, handing the meeting papers to Chrollo. Your eyes focused down on the ground. Chrollo took the folders.
"Do like it?" His voice sounded torn and tired. "Of course" You looked up at Chrollo. Your heart sprints at the sight.
"Can we talk-" "You have a meeting." "The meeting isn't more important than properly apologizing to you." Chrollo dropped the files on a coffee table and intertwined your fingers.
He lead you to the grey chaise, placed a corner of your office. You forced yourself to swallow as Chrollo sat next to you.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable" His hand ghosted your thigh before pulling back. You shifted on the couch. "It's fine"
You fidget with your skin. "But you didn't want to do it" Chrollo clenched his fist, fingernails digging into his skin. You sighed, looking up at his guilty expression.
Your hands moved on their own. Cupping his face, then bringing it down to meet yours. It was impulsive and stupid but the only thing you could think was kissing him.
Forcing his stress away with your tongue. You couldn't stand when he made himself a complete mess over you. His hand flew to your waist, rubbing slow circles over your skin.
"You don't have to if you don't want-" "I want to" You lightly bit his bottom lip to keep him quiet. You climbed over his lap, pushing him against the back of the couch.
You didn't know where the fear went. However, there was a new pulsating emotion. All your actions depend on a single string of hope.
Chrollo accepted your dominance. His body melted into smile in your hands. He would kill for kisses like this everyday from you. He would kill and sell everything to have you in his arms.
His arms hung loosely over your waist. You pressed your foreheads together, taking a breather from the kiss. A smile quickly formed on his lips when you gave him a genuine look.
"I like you." You heart began to run on adrenaline. "I like you too" Chrollo bit his tongue before he could ramble about how his feelings were stronger than 3 words.
Something hard pushed at your inner thigh. Bright pink dusted his cheeks. "Sorry" He lifted his gaze to the ceiling. You chuckled, kissing along his jawline.
"Want me to help?" You muttered, grinding slowly over the tent.
summary: you unknowingly spilled coffee on one of the world’s most notorious criminal masterminds, completely destroying an old book he had just acquired. to apologize, you insist on at least repaying him by lending your copy of the book you’d ruined.
tags: eventual smut, coffee shops (not an au), strangers to lovers, mild gaslighting
wc: 2670
a/n: soooo i got hired at starbucks and couldn’t think of a prompt for chrollo to write about. now i accidentally planned out three more chapters. goddamnit. this is more like a prologue than anything else, all the nsfw will be next chapter, this is just for establishing stuff. this was originally gonna be like a paragraph of backstory but i got way too into it. i just wanna go on a book date with chrollo is that so much to ask??
Working as a barista, it’s surprisingly easy to learn people’s names and faces. If they come in often enough you can recount every detail of their regular order.
But you’ve never seen him here before.
He sat in the corner booth, completely enveloped in whatever book he was reading. Dark hair fell in waves around a bandage wrapped tight around his head. It was what made him stand out when you walked into work. After all, you wouldn’t have been able to forget someone as mysterious or handsome.
Walking up with notepad and pen in hand, you hesitantly cleared your throat to get his attention. “Hello, sir, what can I get for you today?”
Your customer service routine shattered when he looked at you, a placid smile on his lips that didn’t manage to reach those big grey eyes, “An espresso with four shots is all, thank you.”
Nodding quickly, you felt a feint blush on your cheeks that might work to gave you away. Especially because you couldn’t trust your voice not to stutter under the pressure of his stare so you gave a polite bow before hurrying away behind the counter. Trying to push any idle thoughts of the customer from your mind, you let yourself get wrapped up in making the best espresso of your life. When it was finally done you carefully placed it on the tray, walking over to the corner booth with a smile on your flushed face.
But you were so focused on catching a glimpse of whatever book he was reading that you completely ignored the child who suddenly rushed past you as his mother called him to leave. You couldn’t help but shriek when you felt your feet trip over themselves as you tried to avoid the stampeding nine-year-old.
Your hand flailed out to grab the corner of the nearest table as you fell, gravity somehow feeling ten times heavier as the cup you were carrying spilled onto the corner table.
Wait, the corner table—
A stab of realization cut through you, nearly slipping again when you scrambled up to stand. Turning wildly to look at the bandaged customer, you saw the tell-all stain of scalding coffee covering the previously white fabric of his shirt, steam rising steadily off the reddened, afflicted skin.
You were horrified, hands waved wildly in front of you as you stuttered out one apology after another, “A—Are you alright? Shit, um... fuck, I-I’m so sorry, sir— Full refund, no charge I—oh god,” hastily pulling a rag from your apron, you instantly tried to soak up whatever you could from the stains on his arm. But after that you were still a bit too mortified to look your short-lived crush in the eye.
You were expecting him to cry out in pain or maybe yell at you for your clumsiness, but he didn’t. In fact, he hadn’t said a word yet. The stranger didn’t seem to mind having boiling coffee poured on him, all things considered. He must’ve had a truly astounding pain tolerance.
“No, It’s alright...” he muttered, looking dejectedly at the book that laid in front of him. Your heart sunk further down to your stomach when you saw the pages stained with coffee, dark like ink. Frantically, you switched from trying to dry him off to trying to save his book, but it was too late. The espresso had already soiled the pages, its words completely illegible under the brown smear.
Despite that, you tried your hardest to resurrect the novel, dabbing at the worst pages with fistfuls of napkins. A few frustrated tears formed in your eyes once you realized there was no saving it.
Slowly, you turned back to look at him.
You wished he was upset. It would’ve been so much easier if he just yelled at you. But instead he ran his fingers over the soaked pages, a disappointed sigh leaving his lips at the loss of his book.
“I’ll buy you a new one! I-I can have it for you by tomorrow,” he shook his head, sitting up from the chair and inspecting how soaked his clothes were. It wasn’t too bad, but the stain on his sleeve would probably never fully wash out.
“No, that’s... It’s an older one. You won’t find it in a bookstore I’m afraid.” Well that made you feel doubly worse. With shaking hands you slowly picked up the book, wincing at the drops of coffee that dripped onto the table.
But the sinking feeling in your heart froze when you saw the title. The Portrait of Dorian Grey.
“Wait, I have this book!” You looked at him, a sudden idea on how to make it up to him abundantly clear.
He seemed more surprised that you knew the novel’s name instead of having scalding coffee spilled on him.
“You.. do?”
“Yeah, I got it years ago from an antique shop,” an uncertain smile found its way forward despite the way your hands still shook. The book was old, like he said, written hundreds of years ago in some tiny country, but it was one of your favorites.
You looked up at him, uncertainty all across your face, “I can bring my copy tomorrow if you stop by again.”
After a moment he seemed to get his bearings, staring at you with those big grey eyes, “I would appreciate that, miss...?”
That same stupid blush from before reared its ugly head, but you forced yourself from doing anything obvious like twirling your hair. The ghost of a smile fell on his pallid lips when you told him your name and he repeated it back to you like he was actively committing the syllables to memory.
He looked like he had been in a fight with those bandages wrapped around his head paired with the fresh burn on his arm but despite that he looked almost content, the frown from before missing from his features, “Then I suppose I’ll have to return. Though I must admit this is an... interesting way to get customers.”
The tension from the spill had felt all-consuming but his levity was working wonders with lifting the weight off your shoulders, “I mean, I didn’t think I’d find someone with the same taste in books as me by sacrificing one,” You cast a forlorn glance to the wet pile of paper.
He smiled that time at your teasing, a bit brighter than before and tinged with a short laugh. It felt like an accomplishment coming from the stoic man, “Well...” He cuffed the damp sleeve of his shirt, “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” He called your name once more, and this time you’re positive he noticed the red dusting your cheeks. As he left, probably on his way to some kind of laundromat, you could only follow him with your eyes. Just as he pushed open the door, the bell’s jingle ringing in your ears, you called, “Wait!”
He turned back with his hand still on the handle head titled.
“You never told me your name.” Saying that out loud almost sounded desperate, but the stranger just smiled.
“It’s Chrollo,” he answered, before the cafe door swung closed on its creaky hinges in his wake.
Chrollo, huh?
What an odd, beautiful name.
You tried not to make it seem too obvious that you were waiting for someone, though your coworkers were starting to notice how your craned your neck to see who walked in at the sound of the bell.
“So, who exactly do you keep looking for?” Your coworker, Devan, asked with a curious grin, leaning against the counters while the cafe was slow.
You groaned, knowing there was no way to keep it from him.
“Gossipy bitch, aren’t you?” You snapped, rolling your eyes at him and trying to keep yourself busy by taking care of all the tasks you usually like to put off.
“You know me,” he shrugged, following you where you walked like a lost puppy, “so really, who is it?”
Hesitating a moment, you figured he’d see him soon enough so why not get the teasing over with.
“Remember that guy I spilled coffee on yesterday?” You said quietly, no sooner had the words left you before Devan burst into laughter. The barista’s laughs went hoarse by the time he started talking again.
“How the hell did you manage that?”
Slinging the trash bag of used coffee grounds over your shoulder, you flipped you hair dramatically and spared your coworker an exaggerated, over-confident wink, “Devan? I’ve got no fucking idea.”
Followed by the barista’s infectious laughter, you slung your coffee grounds into the trash, sweeping off any grounds left on your shoulder. Before you were about to head back to the register you paused when you saw your bag hung up by the sink. ‘Guess I might as well tell Devan about the book while I’m at it,’ you figured, retrieving the beloved novel from your bag.
But as you walked back to the storefront a certain voice made your grip on the book grow tighter and a smile spread on your face.
Devan was in the middle of talking to Chrollo, well, more like talking at Chrollo. Your coworker was a gem, but sometimes he was too much of an extrovert to handle. Waving shyly, you approached the counter, seeing how your customer’s shoulders visibly relaxed when you came into view and expectantly tapped Devan on the shoulder. He took one look at the pleading expression on your face and sighed, saying a polite goodbye to Chrollo and whispering a quick “good luck,” in your ear.
You cleared your throat, “Hey, uh, Chrollo,”
“It’s good to see you again. I take it that’s your copy?” He nodded to the book you’ve been clutching protectively in your arms.
“Yup! It’s ah... a bit worn down.” Understatement of the century. The pages were dog-eared and creased, the paper yellow with age, and you’re pretty sure you even jotted down some of your thoughts by the margins; However, the words were still as legible as the day they were printed, and for some reason that was enough to make it mean a lot to you.
Taking a deep breath, you handed him your copy of Wilde’s opus, suddenly very uncomfortable with the idea of seeing it in the hands of someone else.
He hummed, turning the cheap binding over in his palms, “Don’t worry, I promise i’ll take good care of it. as long as nobody spills any coffee on it, that is,”
You groaned, burying your head in your hands for a minute to hide from the embarrassment. You swear, if that kid ever comes in again you’re gonna have to let Devan handle it. Being fired for smacking a child upside the head isn’t exactly on your list of things to do today. Chrollo chuckled at your reaction though, so it must’ve been the one he was hoping for.
“Well, shall we?” You pulled away from you hands, not sure if you understood him right.
“Wait, what?”
He was patient with your confusion, “Would you like to join me? I’d like to know what you think of Basil Hallward, after all.”
It was too exciting of an opportunity to pass up. A kind, handsome stranger who shares your love of the classics? There had to be a catch somewhere down the line. Just as you looked across the counter, Devan was there very obviously listening in.
“Don’t worry, girl, I got your shift,” he sounded pretty happy to cover for you, probably because of how his constant dating advice was leading you nowhere and he was desperate for you to get laid.
Smiling, you responded to Chrollo by loosening the strings of your apron and untying your hair until it could fall free. Stepping around the counter, you both walked back to the seat he had been sitting in the day before.
Hours past, the two of you going back and forth on your different opinions until the sun set, casting the window beside you both in luscious orange hues. The empty coffee cups piling nicely beside you both and there were times were Chrollo would talk for minutes on end, only to stop abruptly when he realized he’d been rambling. All you told him in return was that you liked the sound of his voice.
“Although this has been lovely, I’m afraid I must be going soon,” he murmured, but you didn’t take it personally, you had been here for hours after all.
“That’s alright! Maybe sometime next week we could do this again?” Chrollo didn’t respond, and for some reason the friendly atmosphere that had kept you two safe turned sour.
He paused, his eyes staring into yours, “No, I’ll be leaving the city for about a month or so, perhaps longer.”
“Oh...” You couldn’t back hold the sadness in your tone. You’d just met him, this incredible mystery that you had clicked so well with, and already he had to leave. Rotten luck, you guess. Looking between him and the book, you had an idea.
“Keep it, then,” he followed your stare and looked puzzled at the offer, uncertainly muttering your name.
You straightened up in your chair, taking a deep, steadying breath before continuing. “I’ve had that book for almost a decade now, but I haven’t ever talked about it... with anyone really. This was really nice, Chrollo,” For the first time he didn’t have anything to say, simply watching you with an odd look of fascination.
“Besides,” you tried to cheer yourself up, not wanting to leave a sad impression of you in his mind, “Now you have a reason to come back, right? To return it.”
The smile on his face was the most genuine one you’d seen that night. You didn’t even try to deny the butterflies that flew from your chest when you saw it. It made you proud, almost, to count yourself as someone lucky enough to see it.
“A reason to return, hm?” He whispered so quietly that you barely heard it, and before you could follow him he’d stood up from his seat beside the table, your beloved copy of Dorian Grey tucked safely under his arm.
“Then, I’ll be seeing you in a month or so, my dear,” the endearment took you off guard but in the best possible way, two simple words sparking a whirlwind of emotions behind your eyes.
Slowly, like he was giving you ample time to pull away, he took your hand in his. Something as simple as holding your hand shouldn’t’ve made your breathing hitch, but between you both it felt like much more. Moments fled by like minutes as he brought your hand to his lips, gaze never leaving yours as you felt his breath fan over your knuckles before deftly kissing the back of your hand. He was so careful you barely even felt his lips against your skin before pulling away. It was almost like he was worried you would shatter if he did anything more.
“Until then,” he spoke, looking at you once more before letting your hand fall limp again the table. Just as he reached the door and the jingling bell brought you to your senses, you looked back for one more glimpse of him. It was hard to describe the feeling that rose in your chest when you saw Chrollo do the same; lost in his own thoughts like he was yesterday when you were lucky enough to meet him.
“Until then.”
The sound of that door closing never felt so loud before.
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"Y/N. How much sleep did you get last night?"
You snapped your head back up abruptly upon realizing that you were falling asleep again. Blinking hard to fight off sleep, you turned to Chrollo, trying to look as alert as possible.
"I'm awake."
"Sure you are. Stop avoiding the question." His tone was low and probing as Chrollo reached towards your face, pushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
Rubbing at your eyes, you hurriedly replied, "I got enough."
Chrollo's silver eyes narrowed as he observed you, scrutinizing your face for lies. Slightly embarrassed, you curtly turned and faced forward to hide your sleepy expression from Chrollo, your eyes heavy and drooping.
He chuckled lightly and faced forward as well; you could see a knowing smile on his lips from your peripheral vision. "I hope you know you aren't fooling anyone. You spend too much time working for that wretched Hunter Association, love- they're running you ragged and it's unhealthy. Especially with that Dark Continent expedition approaching..."
"Mmhm..."
The rest of Chrollo's words were lost on you as your vision began to darken again and your head began to fall, you fading in and out of consciousness as your continuous lack of sleep began to catch up to you. But you were startled out of your slumber when you felt a hand on your chin lift your head upward.
"You're falling asleep on me, love."
"Oh... am I?"
"Yeah."
Again, you blinked hard to clear the spots from your vision, shaking your head from side to side. Your whole body felt sluggish and heavy, and sleep was growing more difficult to fight off. "I'm sorry. Really... 'm not that tired...still have work to do-"
"Not that tired? You can barely speak. I'm not letting you touch your computer until you can hold a proper conversation with me for more than ten minutes without drifting off," Chrollo stated firmly, releasing your chin and taking your limp hand. "Come on, darling, get up- I'm taking you to bed."
"But-"
"No. You're getting some sleep whether you like it or not."
While your mind was adamantly against the idea, your body was too tired to resist, and in the back of your brain you knew sleep was definitely something you needed. Your eyes were bloodshot and ached from not having been closed in such a long time, and you had to blink hard every two seconds to keep your vision from going wonky. Limply, you allowed Chrollo to take your hand and lead you to your bedroom, where he promptly lifted you up and laid you on the bed, tossing the blankets over your body and propping a pillow under your lolling head.
"There. I want you to lie down for a while- and don't get back up until you've slept at least until- five o'clock. It's ten p.m. now. However, I would prefer if you slept for longer. Just don't force yourself up if you're still tired."
"But what will you do?" you wanted to know, eyes beginning to flutter shut as the warmth and comfort of the bed lulled you to sleep.
"I have some business affairs to attend to." It was then you noticed Chrollo was in a suit, a bandage tied around his forehead and dark hair falling in front of his face.
"This late?"
"I'm afraid so. But, of course, I'm always available if you need me." Chrollo smoothed out his clothing before leaning down and planting planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Sleep well- and don't even think about getting back up once I leave." He made his way towards the door, stopping in the doorway to smile sincerely at you. "I'll be back as soon as possible, alright?"
Chrollo's words fell on deaf ears. You'd already fallen asleep, your soft breathing the only sound in the dimly lit bedroom. Chrollo sighed good-naturedly as he stepped out and shut the door as quietly as he could.
