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No. This had to be Feitan–the torture enthusiast his youngest brother had become unlikely friends with. “…How many short, black-haired, sharp-eyed men in black cloaks could there be?”

“Is black hair a rarity, then?” The sarcasm in his voice is subtle.

Illumi runs his fingers through his own obsidian locks. “Mm… Not particularly–but your style of dress certainly is.”

His eyebrow twitches in controlled annoyance -- yet another person comments on his sense of dress. And so, he scoffs, “I prefer function over form.”

Eyes linger for a bit too long over the snakeskin blazer, orange shorts, and crocs that adorn the freakishly lanky man that towers in front of him.

“...I assume you’re the opposite.”

“That makes two of us.” Assassins didn’t need friends–finally, someone who got it. “–Really, though. Futon, was it? Feitan? Something like that.”

“I have no idea who that is. Are we done here?”

No. This had to be Feitan–the torture enthusiast his youngest brother had become unlikely friends with. “…How many short, black-haired, sharp-eyed men in black cloaks could there be?”

“Is black hair a rarity, then?” The sarcasm in his voice is subtle.

“…Aren’t you that guy my baby brother hangs out with?”

“Who? I don’t ‘hang out’ with people.”

“That makes two of us.” Assassins didn’t need friends–finally, someone who got it. “–Really, though. Futon, was it? Feitan? Something like that.”

“I have no idea who that is. Are we done here?”

“Well, that was tedious.”

“…Aren’t you that guy my baby brother hangs out with?”

“Who? I don’t ‘hang out’ with people.”

superslap

She can’t help but be thrilled to see the little trash gremlin. “Hiei-san! It’s been forever!”

#self;#allies;#testimonials

“It’s been a while, yes.” He steps to the side, with the delicacy of a cat toeing a fence, to avoid her embrace. “Things haven’t changed since my hiatus, I trust?”

#keikibofetada

kakesukakesu-anata

“Well, that was tedious.”

#[ I'M NOT DEAD! HI ]

spiritxgun

"I haven't seen you in a while, detective."

#spiritxgun #[[ hi there! o/ ]]

☎

This time, the noise that pierces his ears isn't from one of those insufferable telephones, it's from a high-pitched scream that Hiei instantly recognizes in his half-asleep stupor as the Spirit Detective's demon whistle. Once again, he's awoken from his pleasant nap, loses his footing, and crashes headfirst into the bushes below. The noise is enough to alert anyone or anything nearby.

#seikouki7 #ask hiei;

☎

This time, it's Kurama who hands him the phone. Why are people so eager to talk with him right now?

"What do you want?"

#mxstergenkai #ask hiei;

☎

Demons are light sleepers. When the phone on the other side of the room begins to bleat ungracefully in rapid succession, Hiei nearly falls out of the windowsill he’d been snoozing in, straightening himself before Yusuke can turn around to see. (Why he decided to spend the night at his house, of all places, he’ll never know.)

(He’ll blame it on the weather. It hasn’t been kind.)

Yusuke’s shiny, helmet-like slick of hair glints in succession with the shiny, helmet-like creamy plastic of the phone as he holds it up by its cord and shouts at Hiei, “Hey, three-eyes, it’s for you.”

After a minute of unsuccessful haggling, Hiei, exasperated beyond belief, snatches the phone. Yusuke somehow manages to keep a straight face when Hiei holds the receiver end up to his ear.

"What?"

#keikoyukimuraslap #ask hiei;

rock-meme-one-more-time

Send me '☎' for my characters reaction to yours calling them at two in the morning.

-If symbol is unusable, send ‘Telephone’ instead.

#jaganshit hiei says;

catacombheart-deactivated201208

#interests;#jao ensatsu;

"Sufficient enough," Hiei says dryly. He won’t rule out the possibility of her being part of a team similar to the Spirit Detectives. A quick scan through her energy and mood with the Jagan clears her from his suspicion of her attacking. She’s genuinely curious, like some sort of child. Hiei lowers his blade.

"You aren’t human, but you’re definitely not from Reikai or Makai either." Narrowed eyes scan over her body — her powerful legs, though the colour of human flesh, appear hard and bony jointed, almost like some sort of exoskeleton. "Something tells me you’ve travelled a long way for your… observation.”

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"I don’t know where those places are."

Pitou’s grin broadened as the aggressive stance was lowered. Unfortunately, her observations were effectively ruined by her mere participation in this conversation. Variables and whatnot.

"Oh no, I didn’t come just for you,” Pitou returned, punctuating the statement with a light laugh. “I just happened to be in the area. I know people here.”

"Though, when I’m done with them I need other ways to entertain myself." She noted the man was making some observations of his own, probably coming to the conclusion she was far different from anything he’d encountered.

The implications of her words do not go over his head, and his grip on the hilt of his sword tightens again.

"Then I assume you prefer to not let the objects of your interest go to waste," he says. The fire in the pit of his stomach simmers -- something about the way this feline creature carries herself piques his interest, and should she make a move, it would be a very interesting fight.

"You're using Nen -- correct me if I'm wrong."

#wheresthethirdwheel

Perfect, Hiei thinks glumly, she’s a talkative type. He pays no heed to her wordplay and resolves to end this as quickly as possible so he can get on with his evening.

As whoever this thing is reveals herself to him, he’s not taken aback — he would have been more surprised if she were human, like Kurapika, but one quick scan over her person reveals that she isn’t. But she can’t be of Makai, with her energy being so different from that of a demon’s.

"The way you speak reminds me of another person I know with a silver tail,” Hiei mutters, grip tight around the hilt of his sword. “Keep your distance, and answer my question.”

wheresthethirdwheel-blog

"The way you react reminds me of a corner animal.” Not terrified, but prepared to bite at the first hint of danger. Pitou otherwise made no acknowledgement of this statement. She knew no one with a tail similar to her own, perhaps save Welfin.

His command didn’t fall on deaf ears. She stopped and stood tall, one paw on her hip with her tail swishing to and fro behind her.

"Observation. Is that sufficient?"