[Dodging is still frustrating. Sol's relentless in their pursuit, someone who seems to have enough experience keeping up with other people. They're also willing to answer, even if there's a disgruntled noise at the fact that Hisoka grabs their arm. The swords are still in their grip, but Sol's eyeing Hisoka's hands. As long as the clown isn't touching them, they can at least elaborate.]
Your alignment's obvious. Ever thought about the fact you could change what's around you instead of just playing around with the grass? [Also please let go of them this is annoying.]
[But no, he keeps holding onto Sol so that the match is briefly paused. Look, he's thinking.] Are we truly free to play with the consistency of our area? It has to be there to manipulate, correct?
Alas, I wouldn't be able to show you at all. You took away my ability. A shame. [There's no warning when he swings his free arm around to try to punch Sol again in the chest. He's holding on and chatting almost amicably, and then he's suddenly
just trying to sock Sol with no pretense because he's like that.]
In theory? You're allowed to do whatever you think is necessary to reach an end. That's where Lune and I can't step in.
[It's fine, punching Sol is 100% real even if one hand comes up to block with his own arm. It means that arm takes the brunt force but they settle for trying to mirror Hisoka's movements and kick at his knees to break away.]
You know, I don't have to give it back. [If Hisoka keeps doing this there is a strong chance Sol won't??? It was fine until he started punching them but now they're just being petty. Oops.]
[He takes the brunt of the kick, but not at the knee. His leg lifts, and he uses the taut muscle of his calf to guard the blow.]
But you will.
[The look on his face darkens considerably. It’s clear he is letting himself slip a little closer to the bloodlust. The golden eyes are hyper-focused, alert. The way his shoulders and waist shift, like a snake coiling slowly up and preparing to spring. It's not as pleasurable without the look.
[Well, that seems like a good enough place to put an end to this, assuming either of them can actually be stopped. Shirasu's kept quiet, observing and studying the ways that each of them move-- but after that exchange, he exhales a sigh and focuses himself.
He's only done it on a smaller scale before, but it takes less precision to douse both of them with water than it would to target Hisoka alone... so that's exactly what he does. Literal wet blanket.]
I think that's more than enough for now.
[Just calling that out from where he's perched on the fence, but he'll physically step in if he must.]
[Hisoka's getting ready to launch at Sol again, and Sol's bracing themselves for impact…
…but instead, there's an indignant sort of yell as water douses over them. It's not even a lot of water but it's surprising and they jerk back, attempting to wrestle out of Hisoka's grip to look at Shirasu instead.]
[The water works as well as it would work taking a cold shower to run the hot burn of arousal away. IT WORKS SO WELL.
The whole of his face falls immediately flat. It's not the first time Shirasu has pelted him with water, but it's the third time, and he is still so Done with being bullied this way when he's trying to have a good time.
With a sigh, he releases Sol and settles back into the lax and rolling air of usual Hisoka. One hand sweeps water from his hairline back to keep it from going into his face.]
[Look, at least it's not just him this time. Shirasu is equal opportunity here. Also if Hisoka gets to say some of the shit he does then Shirasu feels this is entirely fair?
He relaxes a bit as they separate, no longer poised to intervene, and settles back into his spot on the fence.]
I'm aware. It's early yet; you both have plenty of time to do this again.
[And, with a tilt of his head:]
Or would you rather have all your entertainment now, Morow-san, and little left later on?
[Thanks...Shirasu...Sol steps back and dismisses the swords after making sure there's plenty of distance between them and Hisoka, giving him a level stare that Hisoka can't see at all.]
Don't encourage him, Shirasu. [Deadass sure that Hisoka would happily entertain himself now than later, but it's fine.]
If I get the worst ones out of the way first, I'll have the best ones later on.
[Not that Sol is bad, but he wants the jab to dig a little. Sol gets a small, smug sort of smirk. He can't see the look, though he can see the turn of the head with the hood.]
Dragging me away already? [Ah well. The wife calls.] We'll finish this another time then, Sol.
[Encourage him, that is. It seems to have mixed results, but then this is still a new enough agreement... there's time yet.
This is also probably where the polite thing to do might be to say he'll speak with Sol again soon, but Shirasu says nothing of the sort, simply gesturing for Hisoka to go ahead.]
I have nowhere to drag you to, right now; go wherever you please.
[is he going to wait and go an entirely different direction... most likely.]
Sure. [To both Hisoka and Shirasu. They don't seem to be discouraging another fight because for someone who is more than a foot shorter than Hisoka they are pretty feisty.
They're also just...waiting for something, it seems, folding their arms over their chest and turning their head to glance between the two of them.]
[SIGH. Sol doesn't move right away, but eventually they step forward and approach Hisoka. With a small jump, they leap and press their thumb against his forehead.
Power courses through Hisoka's veins again, the alignment with his element returned.]
[Patiently, he stands there and waits on Sol to do the sunny thingy. It's great no longer being so ordinary and boring again.]
Thank you for all your help. ♥
[It sounds more teasing than sincere, but it's fine.] You're pretty strong. I like it. [He flicks a glance at Shirasu, and then turns to leave in a direction the other man probably won't follow.]
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Your alignment's obvious. Ever thought about the fact you could change what's around you instead of just playing around with the grass? [Also please let go of them this is annoying.]
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[But no, he keeps holding onto Sol so that the match is briefly paused. Look, he's thinking.] Are we truly free to play with the consistency of our area? It has to be there to manipulate, correct?
Alas, I wouldn't be able to show you at all. You took away my ability. A shame. [There's no warning when he swings his free arm around to try to punch Sol again in the chest. He's holding on and chatting almost amicably, and then he's suddenly
just trying to sock Sol with no pretense because he's like that.]
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[It's fine, punching Sol is 100% real even if one hand comes up to block with his own arm. It means that arm takes the brunt force but they settle for trying to mirror Hisoka's movements and kick at his knees to break away.]
You know, I don't have to give it back. [If Hisoka keeps doing this there is a strong chance Sol won't??? It was fine until he started punching them but now they're just being petty. Oops.]
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But you will.
[The look on his face darkens considerably. It’s clear he is letting himself slip a little closer to the bloodlust. The golden eyes are hyper-focused, alert. The way his shoulders and waist shift, like a snake coiling slowly up and preparing to spring. It's not as pleasurable without the look.
But it’ll do.]
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He's only done it on a smaller scale before, but it takes less precision to douse both of them with water than it would to target Hisoka alone... so that's exactly what he does. Literal wet blanket.]
I think that's more than enough for now.
[Just calling that out from where he's perched on the fence, but he'll physically step in if he must.]
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…but instead, there's an indignant sort of yell as water douses over them. It's not even a lot of water but it's surprising and they jerk back, attempting to wrestle out of Hisoka's grip to look at Shirasu instead.]
Hey!
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The whole of his face falls immediately flat. It's not the first time Shirasu has pelted him with water, but it's the third time, and he is still so Done with being bullied this way when he's trying to have a good time.
With a sigh, he releases Sol and settles back into the lax and rolling air of usual Hisoka. One hand sweeps water from his hairline back to keep it from going into his face.]
I was just getting started...
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He relaxes a bit as they separate, no longer poised to intervene, and settles back into his spot on the fence.]
I'm aware. It's early yet; you both have plenty of time to do this again.
[And, with a tilt of his head:]
Or would you rather have all your entertainment now, Morow-san, and little left later on?
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Don't encourage him, Shirasu. [Deadass sure that Hisoka would happily entertain himself now than later, but it's fine.]
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[Not that Sol is bad, but he wants the jab to dig a little. Sol gets a small, smug sort of smirk. He can't see the look, though he can see the turn of the head with the hood.]
Dragging me away already? [Ah well. The wife calls.] We'll finish this another time then, Sol.
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[Encourage him, that is. It seems to have mixed results, but then this is still a new enough agreement... there's time yet.
This is also probably where the polite thing to do might be to say he'll speak with Sol again soon, but Shirasu says nothing of the sort, simply gesturing for Hisoka to go ahead.]
I have nowhere to drag you to, right now; go wherever you please.
[is he going to wait and go an entirely different direction... most likely.]
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They're also just...waiting for something, it seems, folding their arms over their chest and turning their head to glance between the two of them.]
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Pointedly, he's looking at Sol, one hand settling on his hip. The other extends out at Sol, and the nailed fingers all curl, beckoning, demanding.]
Well? Return it.
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Power courses through Hisoka's veins again, the alignment with his element returned.]
That should be everything.
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Thank you for all your help. ♥
[It sounds more teasing than sincere, but it's fine.] You're pretty strong. I like it. [He flicks a glance at Shirasu, and then turns to leave in a direction the other man probably won't follow.]