[It's hard to worry about concealing presence when you're shopping for clothes. With no threat in the immediate area for quite some time, Killua had found himself able to relax in this way. Poking through horrible stores like this one, picking out ridiculous turtle necks and arm-sleeves and god knows what else.
He doesn't expect to round the corner and run into Illumi holding up a jacket.
It's already too late. He knows it is. He's definitely been spotted! Maybe even from before! So running away would do little, but staying here was hardly helping, and--
Okay, that jacket is a little much even for him.
Stepping backwards in his shock and allowing his face to scrunch up in mixed emotions of fear, dislike and general fashion conflict, he confronts him.]
[It's a good question, how long has Illumi been here, staring at this jacket. On some level he can't decide if he actually wants it, but on another, he doesn't feel the need to rush... he has nowhere else to be, for once. What else is he going to do with himself but this.
And as luck would have it, loitering here pays off when Killua suddenly appears out of nowhere. Illumi's gaze zeroes in on him immediately, although he doesn't put the jacket down— he needs a moment to let it sink in, Kil wants to talk to him...
And it's. Still a good question. Because-]
Ah, Kil. [HELLO that is his greeting] What time is it now?
[he's been here forever]
naturally!! classy as he nearly falls over a table of tank tops in the bg
[Why is he answering that? He stands up straight again, fingers curling at his sides as he frowns even further than before. Right, he knows what that means. Illumi's been here all day?
He's going to be cautious. He always is, of course, but this wasn't something he expected to find while looking for cheesy t-shirts with printed designs. It's always a gamble. What's his last memory? More from Hisoka's time? Or from his own?]
I meant here here, not here in the store. And that thing's way too flashy for you; it's lame.
[There is a moment where Illumi just looks at him, blankly, before looking slightly off to the side with a vague hum. He really did assume Killua meant here in the store, because he's a spacecase, but that doesn't matter now that he can return to measuring time in units of "Killua is present."
Tick tock, bro. He's not going to answer, still; he's not in the business of giving Killua all the details up front, anyway. Not knowing how long Illumi has been here will keep him on his toes, right? Right.]
You don't like it? What a shame. [Welp he's putting it back anyway...] What are you looking for?
[It must be nice to have a little brother that always speaks with such love, and never with hesitance or wariness or a clear dislike of existing in the same room as you. At least he managed to save the world from the abomination that is that jacket, though.]
Shirts, I guess. [He relents just slightly, taking a curious step forward so he can examine the rest of the setup Illumi had been looking through. Some of them were cool... for that type of jacket, he guesses.
On the one hand, he hasn't had a talk like this since he was back home and it's really weird. On the other, he's not actively asking about Alluka or Gon...] Most of my other ones are roughed up from training.
[In that case... Illumi doesn't make any sudden strange looming movements when Killua comes closer - like he's dealing with a spooked animal, really - and just thumbs through the other jackets while watching Killua's face. He'll find the jacket Kil approves of eventually...
As for the rest, well, if Killua is in here alone—that would suggest Alluka and Gon aren't around to be with him, because they're so annoyingly attached. If Illumi asks outright, he'll have Killua putting up too many walls too quickly, and that won't help him at all. What if he threatens to disown him as a brother again?? That was horrible.
Probing for information is much easier when the other party isn't trained to expect it, damn.]
It's good that you're still training. [That's not ominous, he's being supportive.] But if you're ruining clothes, you still need work. Are you taking your training seriously? Or are you playing around?
Of course I'm taking it seriously! I'm always training, so stop saying it like I'll ever stop!
[Mildly miffed by that, the anger actually helps him ease into this conversation. He'll still keep a 3 foot minimum distance between himself and Big Brother #1, but he's digging for information in his own way, as well. They're more alike than he'd like to admit.]
Everyone has different sorts of powers here, so it's not that simple. [He beat almost all of them anyway, so it doesn't matter! But he's not going to mention that part. Instead, he points across at a different jacket.]
[Illumi tilts his head, as if his usual detached gaze can size up the truth of what Killua's saying from a slightly different angle. He knows his brother well enough to know that he wouldn't lie about training - for what, on the other hand, that might depend on the day - so he doesn't press the issue. He's much more interested in everyone having different sorts of powers—]
It shouldn't be a problem for you. [Which is as much an idle statement as it is a casual nudge to get at what's going on here. People drop that "all times and all places" thing so easily, and if Killua isn't attached at the hip to Alluka, then—?
The state of family affairs is going to color his immediate impressions of what to do around here, so, nudging. How much influence does he still have, right now?
But for the moment- this jacket. He does pick it up!!] ... I'm not a big fan of blue.
[The answer comes out immediately and without much thought, but Killua doesn't dwell on it. With the needle still lodged into his head, it's hard to question too much, but he knows enough to realize that for some reason, all knowledge of Alluka had left him until just a month or so ago when she appeared on the network. Even then, it was a struggle to get through to those memories.
He refuses to reveal any part of his knowledge, but he doesn't think past that. Doesn't realize that there's something he's missing and it's right between his eyes (and back in his skull a little bit, details).]
Why not? Blue's cool. [It's his favorite color, after all. He points out the top section of it defiantly, falling back onto a more casual attitude more easily. If he acts like this, like he's guarded and not revealing much, then there's no way of telling what he knows.
That's what he thinks.]
Besides, it has purple.
the joke is he could afford a skywriter just to be annoying
[That answer isn't as helpful as it could be, but the speed with which it's delivered is somewhat more telling. If anything, it tells him that the other people here aren't that impressive, powers or no— and that's something. He can always probe for the rest of the details some other time, now that he knows Killua is here; playing the long game when it comes to his younger brother isn't exactly a new concept. He's spent quite a while waiting for the pieces to fall into place to accomplish his goal.
He can wait a little longer. If Killua lets his guard drop even a little, he'll consider that progress.
So. Jackets.] Ah. Maybe if the entire thing were purple...
[There's a beat, before he holds the jacket up between them, sizing up how it would look on Killua. The size is wrong because this is the real adults section and not the tiny baby section, but whatever...]
It suits you, Kil. Do you need a jacket?
they could have skywriter BATTLES tbh, writing messages above each other
Hahh? [At that, he looks a little exasperated. First of all, was he trying to say he'd buy it for him, or try to pawn it off on him to buy for himself? Secondly, that thing is huge! And third, does he even have enough money for this?! ...Maybe he hasn't realized that he needs new income, here.]
That thing is way too big for me! [As cool as it is, it's not really his style. It's Illumi's! He swears.] How do you even have money for this already, anyway?
[He really does have no idea how long Illumi's been here, but that's not information that he needs to hide. He's seriously wondering, at this point.] You can't do family work here.
that's so petty which means they would. milluki would arrange the planes
[Illumi takes the third option: he's just here looking at jackets with no real intention to do anything about them. He lowers said jacket slightly, like he's disappointed Killua won't just try on clothes in a montage for him, but he won't actually say that.
Nor will he answer how he has money (or does he??) already. Please, maybe he's been here for a year, think about the implications of that.]
There's no need if we're not all here. [Well, this one goes back on the rack, too.] But listen to yourself- are you really going to lecture me on doing family work? Don't be so hypocritical.
[He taps his chin, then turns just his wrist to point to a different section of the store.] Your size would be over there.
and the rest of the family would set up chairs and watch
[Hypocritical? He shoots Illumi a cold look at that, but decides against commenting. It won't get him anywhere. Even now, it's programmed into him-- don't fight a battle you can't win. This petty argument could go in circles for hours, and he's not about to waste time with that.
Huffing out a sigh instead, he turns in the direction that Illumi points. Oh. He'd been looking for that. But no way is he admitting that!]
I already knew that. [He lies, right before turning to move that way. Maybe he came over here to investigate Illumi on purpose?? ...Okay, well it was a better lie in his head. He's not even sure if his big brother is going to follow him over to that section, but still. He'll think as he walks.
'There's no need if we're not all here.' He could easily slip up on revealing something if he replies, all while the question provides no info in itself. Damn.]
They've been in this supermarket for a while now but it's okay Hisoka likes being here he likes finding new pieces- and he is kind of enjoying this weird game of dress up as well. Illumi for some reason continues to listen to him when it comes to his advice on clothing. Though you can see how fruitful that is with how people stare at them as they walk around this place- at least Illumi tends to wear more casual looking attire when he's not out monologuing on building tops.
"So you need, an outfit for what? Remind me. A Ball?" A smile, sliding into a higher end store that specializes in mostly women's clothing- with a few pieces for males. Mostly gowns and dinner party stuff. Beelining for shoes. He figures Illumi needs nothing from in here but fuck 'im, he's gonna look at shoes for a bit while he brainstorms for whatever the hell Illumi's trying to find. Though Illumi tends to burn money like crazy he's noticed.
Well, if he has money to burn, why not make the most of it? It's a bottomless resource for the Zoldyck family, and Illumi really does not care whether or not his spending habits would be classified as excessive to, say, reasonable people. He needs, this time, something slightly more subtle than what he usually roams around in. His latest job involves possibly being seen in the background of an event for a minute or so, which is enough for him to justify blowing a ton of money on an outfit he'll never wear again.
Continuing to get distracted by other hideous clothes is just a natural consequence of being in a store with Hisoka and having time to spare. He doesn't want to look at shoes, he has shoes, but he's following anyway because for some ridiculous reason this outing - and asking for more fashion advice - was his idea.
"It's not a ball," he says, blandly running his hand over a shelf of shoes he has no intention of even picking up. This is going to take ages... "It's more like a gala. Oh, I'll have to get a tie..."
When doesn't he have money to burn, let's be honest here. Most of Hisoka's money comes from being a Hunter now, but before it was from where ever he managed to get it as he needed it. The way Illumi and his family manages to spend it's almost unfair! But so it life, he also has to deal with that whole- family thing too, not very jealous of that.
"A tie?" Swipes one from a nearby shelf. Ties they do have here. He gives a bright grin as he holds the bright tie up to his collar.
"You'd look pretty in gold, curtains of it, think you could get away in a dress." A smirk. He has no idea what sort of job it is besides the usual, but if he needs to dress for it, sounds like a job he'll have to wait a bit to finish. Can't just swoop in, Robin Hood it, and leave, have to mingle a little. The idea of Illumi mingling though- has him chuckling under his breath as he moves to hold the bowtie infront of Illumi now. Infront of his collar.
The family thing is great, when they act accordingly to what he wants. Sure, there are some hiccups, but it evens out... That aside, a bowtie wasn't what he was expecting. He just- looks at Hisoka, nonplussed, as he messes with the bowtie. Illumi could certainly get away in a dress if the situation required it, but for this one-
"No, I'm getting the tie." Plus he'd have to wear the appropriate shoes, which isn't appealing. A glance down at the tie instead, now that it's right up close. "It's a little memorable. You know that's not the point."
Still, he looks back up at Hisoka and tilts his head slightly, waiting for some actual appraisal. Maybe there's a secret to gold ties he doesn't know, like the secret to crop tops...
"Gold means money, don't you like money?" A smile. "Course you do, how would you function without it?" A laugh, tossing the bowtie away, not even putting it back on the shelf.
"Right- you probably wouldn't. A homeless Illumi-" Faux gasp and he'll step away again, looking over shoes like before and picking up something a bit more "modern" Smiling at them and turning them in his hand.
"I like memorable." He lives by it, haven't you noticed? Subtly is boring, he's be a terrible assassin.
"I would manage," comes the response, not defensive or tinged with anything besides flat factual delivery. Illumi elects to interpret 'homeless' as somehow neatly tying up the loose ends that would be what becomes of his family, in this situation, so yes - objectively speaking, he could manage the vagabond life. Creature comforts do nothing for him, anyway.
Those shoes are absolutely criminal. Hisoka's obsession with heels mystifies Illumi; is he not tall enough...? Truly, he'd be a horrible assassin. Illumi folds his arms and leans against the shelf with not so much as a second glance at the shoes, despite- how bizarre they are.
"You are memorable." Again, factual. "I know your style." He pauses, like this is a simple conflict of stealthy fashion and not Hisoka being too flashy for his own austere life. Then- "In that case, pick something you don't like."
No family or money, isn't all you do involving those. These are just hypotheticals of course, no need to bother yourself with them. He's noticed the 'what if' situations brought up to Illumi usually just end up with the answer 'but it isn't'. Kind of takes the fun out of it anyway. And everything involves that family of his, the idea of a hypothetical without the family would most likely blow the poor kid's brain.
No he's not tall enough. He never will be. Really he just likes the look of them though, and thinks of them like small podiums. Perfect really, when shouldn't he be on a podium or two?
"You're so sweet, all the time, I could eat you up." A smirk, rolling his eyes a little as he sets the shoes down, glancing back with a slightly bored expression. "Don't like for me- or you? Those are very different things."
The only reason to play with 'what ifs' is while planning out how a job might change midway through. He'll humor Hisoka, sort of, in the way that he never actually outright tells him to stop it but also doesn't play along- that's fine. He's humoring the heels right now by not pointing out that they're a travesty.
Calling him sweet just rolls right off him, too. Funny... Leaving aside whether or not 'memorable' is even a compliment, because it could go either way.
"Ah?" Oh- is there a difference between the two? He'd been assuming Hisoka pointed him at things he liked without further specifics. He blinks, looks at Hisoka, looks away- does it actually matter? Tedious- "It's that different? Both."
He likes what if as what ifs though, hypotheticals can be fun for wracking your brain anytime. Sigh- but Illumi tended to be function over form a lot. Hisoka realizes his own tastes are well- his own. He's happy Illumi understands that either way.
"It's different. Some things would be better or worse for me, and those are different from better or worse for you. For example-" Points at him.
"You look trashy in red, and have the hips of a teenage girl." No slender pants for you unless you wanna keep with the girl thing, but don't you have a brother into that already, like- Kabuto, or Kapullo or something?
Function over form is the rule of this job, mostly- those flashy skills his father and grandfather use are effective, certainly, but Illumi prefers a job done without the bells and whistles more often than not.
(Kalluto, god- learn some names, pal. He's helpful, standing in the background of jobs Illumi does most of the work for.)
"That has nothing to do with what I need." Even though he did ask how it was different, hm- He does actually glance down at himself, because he's certainly never stopped to think about what he looks good in, and this teenage girl hips thing is new. "Fortunately, red is just as memorable as that gold tie." So it's out.
"You asks for some examples, anyway, what's good and bad for me also has nothing to do with what you need either so I just won't bother." But ah, he wants unmemorable clothing- how- bland. They should waste some more time first even if Hisoka knows exactly what Illumi should go for.
A cock of his head and he'll leave the store with a meandering pace, looking around idly and assuming Illumi follows him. Where was that- oh right. Starts walking to the right.
"Let me think about it." Think about what you should wear, despite already knowing exactly what. Let's actually get smoothies and wander that thrift store for a bit because he wants to. Heading to the smoothie booth first and smiling widely up to the list of flavours and mixes of them.
"So you want- unmemorable, something that fits in." Bluh bluh boring bullshit, ah, maybe raspberry something. The cashier girl has yet- to figure out if she should say hello or not and is just staring wide eyed at Hisoka till he glances over and smiles and she- will haha, s-smile too??
'Efficient' is the term, give him that. Illumi only looks at Hisoka - the visual equivalent of a shrug - and oh, they're already leaving this store. So no shoes? And no flashy golden tie, but that's fine by him. He spots Hisoka's chosen distraction before they make their way up to the counter, but his only comment is-
"Ah, well, I don't have to try very hard," which has nothing to do with smoothies and everything to do with dressing like a boring old person. He says try very hard and means sticking himself full of needles to look more ordinary, of course— for more difficult jobs he's needed to, but this one happens to be so basic there's no point in any effort beyond the bland outfit. "So yes, that's right. I'm hardly showing up to entertain these people."
The cashier girl- bless her heart- only then seems to blink herself out of her episode over Hisoka when Illumi plunks his elbow on the counter and stares past her to the menu. She gives him a look like she's half panicked that she was staring so blatantly at one of them and now there's this other one and- and what exactly is with that thousand-yard stare-? While Illumi pays no mind and simply points at a picture- "Strawberry for me."
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whispers I hope this works
He doesn't expect to round the corner and run into Illumi holding up a jacket.
It's already too late. He knows it is. He's definitely been spotted! Maybe even from before! So running away would do little, but staying here was hardly helping, and--
Okay, that jacket is a little much even for him.
Stepping backwards in his shock and allowing his face to scrunch up in mixed emotions of fear, dislike and general fashion conflict, he confronts him.]
Are you shopping? How long have you been here?!
kil arrives classily as always
And as luck would have it, loitering here pays off when Killua suddenly appears out of nowhere. Illumi's gaze zeroes in on him immediately, although he doesn't put the jacket down— he needs a moment to let it sink in, Kil wants to talk to him...
And it's. Still a good question. Because-]
Ah, Kil. [HELLO that is his greeting] What time is it now?
[he's been here forever]
naturally!! classy as he nearly falls over a table of tank tops in the bg
[Why is he answering that? He stands up straight again, fingers curling at his sides as he frowns even further than before. Right, he knows what that means. Illumi's been here all day?
He's going to be cautious. He always is, of course, but this wasn't something he expected to find while looking for cheesy t-shirts with printed designs. It's always a gamble. What's his last memory? More from Hisoka's time? Or from his own?]
I meant here here, not here in the store. And that thing's way too flashy for you; it's lame.
okay don't embarrass the family in public
Tick tock, bro. He's not going to answer, still; he's not in the business of giving Killua all the details up front, anyway. Not knowing how long Illumi has been here will keep him on his toes, right? Right.]
You don't like it? What a shame. [Welp he's putting it back anyway...] What are you looking for?
look who's talking clown-friend
[It must be nice to have a little brother that always speaks with such love, and never with hesitance or wariness or a clear dislike of existing in the same room as you. At least he managed to save the world from the abomination that is that jacket, though.]
Shirts, I guess. [He relents just slightly, taking a curious step forward so he can examine the rest of the setup Illumi had been looking through. Some of them were cool... for that type of jacket, he guesses.
On the one hand, he hasn't had a talk like this since he was back home and it's really weird. On the other, he's not actively asking about Alluka or Gon...] Most of my other ones are roughed up from training.
don't say the f-word
As for the rest, well, if Killua is in here alone—that would suggest Alluka and Gon aren't around to be with him, because they're so annoyingly attached. If Illumi asks outright, he'll have Killua putting up too many walls too quickly, and that won't help him at all. What if he threatens to disown him as a brother again?? That was horrible.
Probing for information is much easier when the other party isn't trained to expect it, damn.]
It's good that you're still training. [That's not ominous, he's being supportive.] But if you're ruining clothes, you still need work. Are you taking your training seriously? Or are you playing around?
f r i e n d s
[Mildly miffed by that, the anger actually helps him ease into this conversation. He'll still keep a 3 foot minimum distance between himself and Big Brother #1, but he's digging for information in his own way, as well. They're more alike than he'd like to admit.]
Everyone has different sorts of powers here, so it's not that simple. [He beat almost all of them anyway, so it doesn't matter! But he's not going to mention that part. Instead, he points across at a different jacket.]
Anyway, try that one.
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It shouldn't be a problem for you. [Which is as much an idle statement as it is a casual nudge to get at what's going on here. People drop that "all times and all places" thing so easily, and if Killua isn't attached at the hip to Alluka, then—?
The state of family affairs is going to color his immediate impressions of what to do around here, so, nudging. How much influence does he still have, right now?
But for the moment- this jacket. He does pick it up!!] ... I'm not a big fan of blue.
spells it out with an airplane in the sky
[The answer comes out immediately and without much thought, but Killua doesn't dwell on it. With the needle still lodged into his head, it's hard to question too much, but he knows enough to realize that for some reason, all knowledge of Alluka had left him until just a month or so ago when she appeared on the network. Even then, it was a struggle to get through to those memories.
He refuses to reveal any part of his knowledge, but he doesn't think past that. Doesn't realize that there's something he's missing and it's right between his eyes (and back in his skull a little bit, details).]
Why not? Blue's cool. [It's his favorite color, after all. He points out the top section of it defiantly, falling back onto a more casual attitude more easily. If he acts like this, like he's guarded and not revealing much, then there's no way of telling what he knows.
That's what he thinks.]
Besides, it has purple.
the joke is he could afford a skywriter just to be annoying
He can wait a little longer. If Killua lets his guard drop even a little, he'll consider that progress.
So. Jackets.] Ah. Maybe if the entire thing were purple...
[There's a beat, before he holds the jacket up between them, sizing up how it would look on Killua. The size is wrong because this is the real adults section and not the tiny baby section, but whatever...]
It suits you, Kil. Do you need a jacket?
they could have skywriter BATTLES tbh, writing messages above each other
That thing is way too big for me! [As cool as it is, it's not really his style. It's Illumi's! He swears.] How do you even have money for this already, anyway?
[He really does have no idea how long Illumi's been here, but that's not information that he needs to hide. He's seriously wondering, at this point.] You can't do family work here.
that's so petty which means they would. milluki would arrange the planes
Nor will he answer how he has money (or does he??) already. Please, maybe he's been here for a year, think about the implications of that.]
There's no need if we're not all here. [Well, this one goes back on the rack, too.] But listen to yourself- are you really going to lecture me on doing family work? Don't be so hypocritical.
[He taps his chin, then turns just his wrist to point to a different section of the store.] Your size would be over there.
and the rest of the family would set up chairs and watch
Huffing out a sigh instead, he turns in the direction that Illumi points. Oh. He'd been looking for that. But no way is he admitting that!]
I already knew that. [He lies, right before turning to move that way. Maybe he came over here to investigate Illumi on purpose?? ...Okay, well it was a better lie in his head. He's not even sure if his big brother is going to follow him over to that section, but still. He'll think as he walks.
'There's no need if we're not all here.' He could easily slip up on revealing something if he replies, all while the question provides no info in itself. Damn.]
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"So you need, an outfit for what? Remind me. A Ball?" A smile, sliding into a higher end store that specializes in mostly women's clothing- with a few pieces for males. Mostly gowns and dinner party stuff. Beelining for shoes. He figures Illumi needs nothing from in here but fuck 'im, he's gonna look at shoes for a bit while he brainstorms for whatever the hell Illumi's trying to find. Though Illumi tends to burn money like crazy he's noticed.
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Continuing to get distracted by other hideous clothes is just a natural consequence of being in a store with Hisoka and having time to spare. He doesn't want to look at shoes, he has shoes, but he's following anyway because for some ridiculous reason this outing - and asking for more fashion advice - was his idea.
"It's not a ball," he says, blandly running his hand over a shelf of shoes he has no intention of even picking up. This is going to take ages... "It's more like a gala. Oh, I'll have to get a tie..."
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"A tie?" Swipes one from a nearby shelf. Ties they do have here. He gives a bright grin as he holds the bright tie up to his collar.
"You'd look pretty in gold, curtains of it, think you could get away in a dress." A smirk. He has no idea what sort of job it is besides the usual, but if he needs to dress for it, sounds like a job he'll have to wait a bit to finish. Can't just swoop in, Robin Hood it, and leave, have to mingle a little. The idea of Illumi mingling though- has him chuckling under his breath as he moves to hold the bowtie infront of Illumi now. Infront of his collar.
"Hm." Tilts his head.
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"No, I'm getting the tie." Plus he'd have to wear the appropriate shoes, which isn't appealing. A glance down at the tie instead, now that it's right up close. "It's a little memorable. You know that's not the point."
Still, he looks back up at Hisoka and tilts his head slightly, waiting for some actual appraisal. Maybe there's a secret to gold ties he doesn't know, like the secret to crop tops...
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"Right- you probably wouldn't. A homeless Illumi-" Faux gasp and he'll step away again, looking over shoes like before and picking up something a bit more "modern" Smiling at them and turning them in his hand.
"I like memorable." He lives by it, haven't you noticed? Subtly is boring, he's be a terrible assassin.
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Those shoes are absolutely criminal. Hisoka's obsession with heels mystifies Illumi; is he not tall enough...? Truly, he'd be a horrible assassin. Illumi folds his arms and leans against the shelf with not so much as a second glance at the shoes, despite- how bizarre they are.
"You are memorable." Again, factual. "I know your style." He pauses, like this is a simple conflict of stealthy fashion and not Hisoka being too flashy for his own austere life. Then- "In that case, pick something you don't like."
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No he's not tall enough. He never will be. Really he just likes the look of them though, and thinks of them like small podiums. Perfect really, when shouldn't he be on a podium or two?
"You're so sweet, all the time, I could eat you up." A smirk, rolling his eyes a little as he sets the shoes down, glancing back with a slightly bored expression. "Don't like for me- or you? Those are very different things."
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Calling him sweet just rolls right off him, too. Funny... Leaving aside whether or not 'memorable' is even a compliment, because it could go either way.
"Ah?" Oh- is there a difference between the two? He'd been assuming Hisoka pointed him at things he liked without further specifics. He blinks, looks at Hisoka, looks away- does it actually matter? Tedious- "It's that different? Both."
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"It's different. Some things would be better or worse for me, and those are different from better or worse for you. For example-" Points at him.
"You look trashy in red, and have the hips of a teenage girl." No slender pants for you unless you wanna keep with the girl thing, but don't you have a brother into that already, like- Kabuto, or Kapullo or something?
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(Kalluto, god- learn some names, pal. He's helpful, standing in the background of jobs Illumi does most of the work for.)
"That has nothing to do with what I need." Even though he did ask how it was different, hm- He does actually glance down at himself, because he's certainly never stopped to think about what he looks good in, and this teenage girl hips thing is new. "Fortunately, red is just as memorable as that gold tie." So it's out.
"Go on. You have a point, don't you?"
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"You asks for some examples, anyway, what's good and bad for me also has nothing to do with what you need either so I just won't bother." But ah, he wants unmemorable clothing- how- bland. They should waste some more time first even if Hisoka knows exactly what Illumi should go for.
A cock of his head and he'll leave the store with a meandering pace, looking around idly and assuming Illumi follows him. Where was that- oh right. Starts walking to the right.
"Let me think about it." Think about what you should wear, despite already knowing exactly what. Let's actually get smoothies and wander that thrift store for a bit because he wants to. Heading to the smoothie booth first and smiling widely up to the list of flavours and mixes of them.
"So you want- unmemorable, something that fits in." Bluh bluh boring bullshit, ah, maybe raspberry something. The cashier girl has yet- to figure out if she should say hello or not and is just staring wide eyed at Hisoka till he glances over and smiles and she- will haha, s-smile too??
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"Ah, well, I don't have to try very hard," which has nothing to do with smoothies and everything to do with dressing like a boring old person. He says try very hard and means sticking himself full of needles to look more ordinary, of course— for more difficult jobs he's needed to, but this one happens to be so basic there's no point in any effort beyond the bland outfit. "So yes, that's right. I'm hardly showing up to entertain these people."
The cashier girl- bless her heart- only then seems to blink herself out of her episode over Hisoka when Illumi plunks his elbow on the counter and stares past her to the menu. She gives him a look like she's half panicked that she was staring so blatantly at one of them and now there's this other one and- and what exactly is with that thousand-yard stare-? While Illumi pays no mind and simply points at a picture- "Strawberry for me."
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time skip to the party/job or just cut the thread soon?
let's party
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kneeslides back in here
oh it's you
i came back for you
did you
i'm here now aren't i. bats eyes
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