[Dance with the Devil] -Jokerhand-
Kurapika had arrived late, despite assuring over the phone he would be on time for this little rendezvous. His reasoning? A hotel lobby wasn’t exactly a location he would be comfortable meeting Hisoka in, but considering the town had been as quiet as a forest in winter, eventually he managed to steel his nerves.
He’d never truly stopped associating with the aforementioned clown. He was a good source of information that was otherwise unattainable, after all. Face to face meetings had become a much rarer occurrence since Yorkshin, however. That was due to never having the luxury of being in the same place at the same time, simple as that. Being a member of the Zodiac now, however, conferred Kurapika certain...privileges, in regards to travel.
Arriving dressed head to toe in his favorite black suit, a barely audible sigh escaped him as he scanned the room for the brightly-dressed clown, finding him within seconds. It wasn’t exactly hard to pick Hisoka out of the crowd. Subconsciously moving ever faster towards the chairs in the back corner, once he came close enough, Kurapika became quite aware that Hisoka would be able to see how tense he’d become at the prospect.
“Hello again, Hisoka. I trust you know this isn’t where we’d normally try to meet, but if it’s urgent, I suppose I have no choice. What did you have to tell me?”
