[ It's early when Hisoka wakes, briefly confused and alarmed before he's able to recall just what went on during the past night. He'd dozed off-- and that drunk had just left him there!
His righteous indignation is cut short when the comforter slides off his shoulders, and he realizes where it may have come from. Hisoka fumbles with it, folding it up and deciding not to think about that any more than he has to. He bypasses the unconscious deity on the floor when he puts his blanket away, not awake enough to deal with that nonsense.
Somehow, Tsuzuki's discarded jacket gets put away while Hisoka investigates his new surroundings.
This was his home now, wasn't it? It's strange to think that, like home isn't a concept he's entirely used to.
He's quiet as a mouse as he rummages around, any noises he makes are easily masked by a certain someone's snoring. It isn't so bad as he had first feared, managing to take stock of the house, wash his face, and find they weren't left without the means to make coffee, at least.
It's enough to fortify him to deal with the problem at hand. He ends up crouched near the sleeping man, briefly studying him, and reaches out to grab the edge of the comforter.
He yanks. ]
Hey, stop sleeping on the floor like some kind of vagrant. [ There no accident in how his voice is mercilessly louder than it needs to be. ]
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His righteous indignation is cut short when the comforter slides off his shoulders, and he realizes where it may have come from. Hisoka fumbles with it, folding it up and deciding not to think about that any more than he has to. He bypasses the unconscious deity on the floor when he puts his blanket away, not awake enough to deal with that nonsense.
Somehow, Tsuzuki's discarded jacket gets put away while Hisoka investigates his new surroundings.
This was his home now, wasn't it? It's strange to think that, like home isn't a concept he's entirely used to.
He's quiet as a mouse as he rummages around, any noises he makes are easily masked by a certain someone's snoring. It isn't so bad as he had first feared, managing to take stock of the house, wash his face, and find they weren't left without the means to make coffee, at least.
It's enough to fortify him to deal with the problem at hand. He ends up crouched near the sleeping man, briefly studying him, and reaches out to grab the edge of the comforter.
He yanks. ]
Hey, stop sleeping on the floor like some kind of vagrant. [ There no accident in how his voice is mercilessly louder than it needs to be. ]