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answer your god damn phone

[How many calls had he missed from Leorio alone?

Honestly, he preferred not to look at the number. It was wrong, but this wasn't something he could pull any of them into. He'd been wrapped up in his own little world, paying attention to the news enough when it related to his work and his end goal, and while he could have gone to the elections or even to visit Gon (his comrades had, after all), he decided against it. Visiting would have just opened up a whole can of other problems.

Maybe it went against what he'd been thinking before, but he had matured a bit since then. With the Spider desperately working to repair itself, and plenty of its members still on the move, Kurapika had to consider how to handle them-- but he was also sitting right on top of the location of the eyes of his brethren. He had to work up to it, and well... That's what he'd done.

There were a large amount of them recovered (he had to deal with a lot of people to get this collection) and given funerals, but it wasn't enough until he had every last set. There were still leads to follow, and so he continued to climb and gain Nostrade's trust.

Trust, though, is what leads him to pulling his cell phone out now. A strange illness was breaking out in the Nostrade organization, and it was worrying Nostrade himself. A few of his workers had already died, and panic was growing. He demanded that Kurapika find him someone to find out what was going on, but to be sure it was someone they could 'trust', because this could very well be an attack on them.

A doctor that he could trust? His first thought was that there was none. But after just a moment's more hesitation, he gives in and speaks his understanding clearly to Nostrade, hitting the call button on his phone and stepping away. His opposite hand curls at his elbow as he waits. This is pulling him in, but if it's just Leorio... It'll be easier to keep him in the dark about a lot of what he's been doing.

He'll use that to justify this selfish decision.]

Leorio?

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You didn't have to. [This comes out more petulantly than angry; Leorio's quite confident in his ability to say "no" all by himself...! He wanted backup that nen doesn't work like flicking a light on and off, if anything, in that moment. That was all! Instead, this fumble-]

Well, I bet you spilled the beans to Melody. [how AWFUL but not really, all things considered.]

I don't need you scolding me.

[He's embarrassed enough by it to warrant him snapping like that. But as he tosses balled newspapers into the trash bin, avoiding looking Leorio's way, he sighs, a short and quiet sort of exhale.]

Have you thought about this at all? You gave me a blank look, earlier.

[Wow, who fumbled!! It wasn't Leorio! He only scoffs and shrugs theatrically in response to that, before switching gears to that question.

... Thought about what...]

I didn't think I was supposed to help make mafia decisions. [Another shrug, less ridiculous this time. There's still some disconnect about that whole area, it seems.]

C'mon, who wants to be stuck in this place forever?

[This time, he makes himself look over to Leorio. He's so carefree... And normally it's admirable, but this time, it's just concerning. He understands that he said he's willing to do this, and so he won't question that, as he said he wouldn't. But this... Is he thinking about anything seriously at all?]

For large decisions that affect all of us, you'll be able to speak your part. You're a member now, after all.

[That's what he agreed to. With the last bit of trash tossed into the bin, he steps over, keeping his eye contact. Melody is long gone by now. He'd seen it in her eyes. Her desire to help him out here, her understanding.

So yeah, maybe he spilled the beans. Shut up, Leorio.]

So you should stop referring to it like that. [He understands. Of course he does. 'The mafia', spoken with such dislike... He's crushing it from the inside out, here. He relents from his intensity a bit, curling some of his hair behind the ear with his earring.] I'm not proud, but that doesn't mean that I can take you speaking down on me so often.

[Oh, so he is in trouble. Great. It gets through to him, at least, that he can't keep pretending he's just here as some kind of contrived coincidence— he did agree. There was even a promise!]

I wasn't- Kurapika... [It's written all over his face as he looks at Kurapika, what he intends to say next - that it's not Kurapika, never Kurapika, but he suddenly can't get the words out. There's Melody too, isn't there? And- that one guy who laughed might not be all bad- Shit, he's really put his foot in it, hasn't he?

He scowls and glances away, running a hand through his hair. He's trying really hard to stand his ground here, but if they're going to go and be decent people despite all their crimes, then-!! Damn it! Now he's closing his eyes and scowling to himself, hunching his shoulders and getting way too deep in thought about it. This damn mafia...!

It's how long he's just standing there doing nothing that makes him crack an eye open rather than coming to an actual decision. Maybe if he keeps blaming Nostrade for everything from people dying to having to sneeze at inopportune times, that will help...]

Well, I wasn't. But I get it, I get it! I'll stop.

[From Leorio's reaction, it's obvious that he didn't pick up the clues he'd been trying to drop. It's not surprising. 'Clues' weren't ever really enough... And Kurapika wasn't the type to realize how incredibly subtle (and weird) they were. Despite him missing his attempt to take a step back from intensity, Leorio at least seems to understand what he was trying to say beneath it all. There are good people here.

Everyone has their reasons.

Not everything was justifiable, but he wasn't going to judge anyone who was in the same position as himself. ...And he'd rather not witness the judging of much kinder people when he himself has much more sinister plans in mind.

That aside, a small frown settles into place on his face, but it's not strained with any sort of anger-- it's just thoughtful. He reaches out because it feels right to, placing a hand on Leorio's cheek while it's conveniently lowered in this grumbling tantrum of his.]

I wasn't trying to scold you. [Clarifying like this is all he can think of. There's a lot more he could say, but words like that were so vulnerable he didn't feel comfortable using them. Instead, he leans forward, kissing his lips with a purposeful slowness that stretches it out for a moment. Here's hoping he was right about Melody being long gone.]

But nevermind that. Our date was interrupted.

[He'll pretend the word 'date' doesn't set off about ten thousand fires in his heart right now.]

[That's all nicely settled, Leorio thinks, mainly because he doesn't want to talk about it much more. It's embarrassing, having to admit his kneejerk judgments of people aren't always the best (or even in the right ballpark, but no one should be keeping track). So - that's settled, and he'll try to be friendlier (try), and if any of the others ask him what happened he'll say it was stress making him yell at them all the time before!!

The perfect crime. Now then, the hand on his cheek—]

You had me fooled. [He grins when he says this, like it's charming... charming that he calls Kurapika awkward and too serious all the time. The kiss shuts him up, and after a split-second of surprise (he's always surprised, why) he uncrosses his arms to slide a hand around to the back of Kurapika's neck as he leans in even more.

He might be holding on for balance, because this is one of those "soon to be uncomfortable" positions. It happens. He does straighten up a little afterwards, and the new grin on his face makes it clear that he got the hint this time.]

Yeah, it was. Are you gonna make it up to me? [God he's so cool today!! He leans down again as he says that, ostensibly to kiss the side of Kurapika's jaw, but somewhere along the way he has an inconvenient moment of clarity and sort of freezes. The door is closed, but—] Wait, in here?

[Were he actually a shitty teenager, his voice would have cracked. That's the mood being set.]

[God... It was moments like this that made him question his own judgement. Leorio was embarrassing. He was loud, and he was clumsy, and he had no sense of mood at all.

Yet, somehow, he felt lighter like this. A decision that was making his heart beat a little faster wasn't interrupted even by Leorio's weird movements or faces. Instead, embarrassment and admiration mixed in a strange way, and he has to fight past it showing on his face with a determinedly calm face.

Turning in the last bit of the way from that stopped kiss, he kisses Leorio's jaw himself, his other hand moving to hook fingers under the loop of his tie. But he pauses there.]

Is that a problem? [He thinks he's being pretty cool, all things considered...]

[Look, Leorio is still trying to get past "in the office of the mafia boss-but-not-boss I just punched in the nose." Kurapika makes a good argument - or rather, kisses make a good argument, and not getting weirdly hung up on mysterious things this time helps, so-

So. He swallows, certainly not in an overly tense way, and lightly presses his fingers into the back of Kurapika's neck. At least there aren't any pictures of Nostrade in here or he'd have to stop and turn them around; this is what he's thinking about before he gives his answer.]

Guess not. [Mumbled, as he ducks his head the rest of the way, kissing his neck instead of his jaw. Yet again he's too tall to keep this up, and finally he just asks-]

The floor or the desk? You're pretty crappy with chairs.

[romance]

[It's comments like that that manage to draw Kurapika out of his shell, honestly. Of course, he's drawn out of his shell and straight into an immature sort of irritation, hurt for pride's sake. He tugs at Leorio's tie suddenly, hoping to make it uncomfortably tight for just a few seconds.]

Who is? [...But that kiss to his neck was pretty nice, and past the mild annoyance, he's pleased. Happy, even. Things are going nicely. His expression eases up in time with him loosening Leorio's tie again, and as he slips it out of the knot and steps closer to pull it out from under his collar, he'll actually consider that question.]

The desk.

[Trying to choke him is becoming a bad habit-! Leorio makes a noise of discomfort that isn't exactly smoothed over by the tie coming off entirely, but it helps. He grumbles something that's definitely about how bad Kurapika is with chairs and tugs at the ends of his hair in 'revenge.'

More importantly, the desk. He looks up enough to give it a look over Kurapika's shoulder, considering. There's really only one appropriate thing to do here...]

Okay. [Said possibly too cheerfully, which is the only warning Kurapika's going to get before Leorio stoops down even more to hook an arm behind his knees and lift him right off his feet. He considered just throwing him over his shoulder, but that might get him in real trouble, so bridal style it is.

As he ambles over to the desk, slightly more leisurely than is necessary:] I can't believe you carried me around for so long, that time... Show off.

[Shh he knows, but still. Fortunately it won't take too long for him to put Kurapika down on top of the desk. Give him his loser moment he thinks is pretty smooth...]

[He's so busy giving Leorio a look that's probably meant to be warning about those mumbles that he doesn't even catch the warning as one. Leorio's moving, and he gets the picture, but it's too little too late. Surprise hits his face, and one of his legs is flying up a little as he grabs onto Leorio.]

H-hey! [WARN A GUY... And not with a suspiciously cheery word, next time! It's a good thing he didn't go for over the shoulder, as Kurapika might have reacted a little more harshly. As it is now, he settles down almost immediately, simply looking a little miffed at his own shock.]

You were hurt! [He knows he knows, but he's still going to press that!] You're the one who's showing off.

[He tosses Leorio's tie over his own shoulder just for that, in fact, eyes closed as he seems to be considering something before his next words.] But I suppose I'll let it slide.

[Oh, Mr. Obscure Clues can't handle a taste of his own medicine? There was a warning! It counted!]

You don't have to! [wait for it] I don't need to show off!

[Because he's that cool, of course. He's satisfied with this much, it seems, as now he puts Kurapika down and leans forward, pressing their heads together. The tie is completely forgotten; he'll probably trip over it later somehow. But now that he can reach Kurapika's face without giving himself back problems, that's the furthest thing from his mind anyway.

He gives him a look - one of those overly soft, fond ones, although at such a close distance it's a little more cross-eyed. Then he slides a hand to rest behind his ear and kisses his lips with a slow, purposeful kiss of his own. At the back of his mind he wonders, is it going to be... different at all, now that - well, now that they've confessed in a park surrounded by tulips?

The thought makes his face heat up more quickly than he ever intended. So yes, and it's already happening...]

[Any thoughts of bringing that bickering further melt away under that look. It stops him completely in his tracks, and for the first second or two of the kiss, he's too busy recovering from it to respond. He makes up for it afterwards, though, pressing back with a sudden surge of feeling that's accompanied by similar thoughts of parks and morning dates.

He doesn't notice the color to Leorio's face, this time. He doesn't even care about the color rising to his own. His eyes have already gently closed with the kiss, and for once, he doesn't shove this unusual feeling away or down. He embraces it, lifting his hands from off the desk. One reaches forward to grip at whatever cloth he can find, tugging Leorio closer and keeping his knees well enough apart to allow that. The other closes over the one at his ear, curling lightly over his wrist as he smooths his thumb over the backside.

A dramatic confession among tulips to a hook up in an office... This is too much. Kurapika's heart jumps the more he thinks about it, and following these feelings like this-- he just can't stop thinking about it.

It's why he has to pull back for breath a little early in their kiss, and why the break only lasts half a second, long enough for a sharp breath, before he's kissing him again, fingers curling tighter. He's nervous again, somehow, but not in the same way as their first night. It's more fidgety. His knees might touch against Leorio's hips a couple of times, and his heels press back against the desk so much that one of his flats falls off, but that's fine. Just a minute or so later, and the other follows.]

[That's different, alright. Leorio's glad they're past the stage where they were almost too nervous to look at each other (granted, that was mostly Kurapika). For both their sake, this is already going much better.

He comes forward when tugged, of course, bumping the desk and Kurapika's legs lightly as he's definitely not paying attention to how far he's moving. It brings a chuckle out of him in that half second Kurapika pulls back - he keeps walking into stuff, and that's- that's very funny right now? A lot of things seem much funnier the more his pulse races and even more things seem much more... vibrant, maybe.

Or maybe that's this really red shirt. Leorio's free hand slides along the side of Kurapika's thigh until he reaches the hem, fiddling with it for a moment. He looks good in it, still, and Leorio wastes no time in pushing it up a few inches, fingers sliding up over the skin underneath after.

It's his turn to break for a breath now, and another breathy laugh comes with it. That time he's sort of embarrassed, and mumbles something unimportant about ignoring that before leaning even more earnestly into the next kiss.]

[He's laughing, and it's so completely out of place, but all it does is warm Kurapika. This big, bumbling idiot who was running into everything-- this kind, softhearted friend of his-- he'd said 'love' with such seriousness. Somewhere in the back of his mind, this felt dangerous. Worrying. It would be in the front if he wasn't so completely lost in this right now.

Which is why things are going so smoothly, at least for now. Leorio's awkwardness and nervousness just makes it all the more endearing, and he smiles warmly into that next kiss, moving the hand on Leorio's shirt to start thumbing the buttons undone one by one. He feels fingers on his own skin, now, and shivers a little. He's done with the buttons of Leorio's shirt (and jacket), but he can't bring himself to make that hand leave long enough to worry about arms sliding out of sleeves. This was good enough for now, and his hand moves up to curl around Leorio's neck for a nice hold.

He hums into the kiss, making his enjoyment clear. He's embarrassed... Of course he's embarrassed. This is so openly touchy feely, but that wasn't a bad thing, after all. In fact, each touch seems a little more intimate, each inch of skin a little more sensitive, and the way his stomach twisted and his heart jumped was somehow thrilling.

He was willing to admit he was lost to this. There really was no going back or hiding away anymore.]

[Moving his hand away isn't Leorio's priority either, conveniently enough. He flattens his palm against Kurapika's skin instead and keeps sliding up, red fabric bunching on top of his wrist. That's in the way, but hmm, it can wait. The way Kurapika hums puts the thought of stopping to mess with shirts further from his mind.

Forget shirts, for real. There's nothing on his mind except Kurapika; skin and lips and the way just touching his neck like that is enough to bring color to his cheeks all over again. He's been in over his head for a while now, but each time he thinks he's got himself under control, there's an unexpected reminder like that. Not an unpleasant one, but - well he's not thirteen, how embarrassing.

He moves his other hand away from Kurapika's ear, pausing midway to shake it out of his jacket and shirt sleeves before settling it on his hip with a firm grip. He still doesn't move that other hand, though, so he'll just be half in these clothes for a little bit. More importantly, he wants Kurapika to hum like that again...

Almost out of habit he breaks the kiss after a moment to trail smaller kisses down to his neck. This really is getting to be a habit, maybe because he's so tall he's used to just bending down and settling for what he can reach- or maybe Kurapika has soft skin and he smells nice, but not as sickeningly saccharine-sweet as that sounds when he thinks it. He leans in a little more and slides his hand around to Kurapika's back under his shirt, and-

And that stupid earring swings into his glasses with a clatter that seems way too loud for the quiet of this room, making him sputter. He pulls back to give it a look - Kurapika gets the same one, he's been assaulted by accessories!! - and then simply switches his attentions to the other side.]

[If this was a habit, Kurapika was more than happy with it. The kisses down his neck draw out small, quiet gasps that have him squirming a little from beneath Leorio. His hand smooths up and then down the back of Leorio's neck, but the small clink of earring against lens and Leorio's following reaction disrupts that.

That look just earns an innocent yet pleased one in return. Please, if he's so worried about it, maybe he should take his glasses off? He was considering smarting off with something like that when he simply switched sides, and again, he forgets about it in order to enjoy the feeling. (Okay, maybe he doesn't completely forget, with that small chuckle he lets out...)

His legs move, curling a small bit around Leorio's just to see if he can throw him off. To see if sliding a foot down his leg while he's so focused does anything. Because he's feeling a little adventurous in general, today, and after everything going so well from previous steps that were bolder than his usual, why stop now?

But those kisses combined with the smoothing of Leorio's palm over his chest were already enough to feel teasing. He turns his head to allow for more, the fingers at Leorio's neck toying with his hair at the base of it.]

[He's not going to take his glasses off!! Because he usually forgets they're on, given how often he falls asleep with them on, but now it's because Kurapika gave him a sassy look. So there.

Back in reality where he's mercifully keeping his thoughts to himself, he's definitely wholly absorbed in what he's doing. Each little reaction from Kurapika is more incentive to keep doing it, and he doesn't go without appreciating the hand smoothing over his skin either. It's just the back of his neck, but it makes him shiver and hum, now.

Kurapika gets his wish, though, as the touch to his leg makes him make another noise- it was supposed to be 'hey!!' but he fumbled it- and his knees buckle reflexively only to hit the front panel of the desk with a dull thump.

He doesn't straighten up to frown again, but he does give his hip a squeeze that's supposed to be ornery, really, it is.] C'mon, I got enough bruises there already.

[Rude... the side of his neck is quite rude, too, and he'll easily go back to his kisses, only much slower than before.]

[The squeeze is something... It makes him breathe out the laugh he'd been holding in.] That was your own fault. [Passing the blame, he seems proud of this until it's clear that Leorio's going at a much slower pace now. That's not fair...

He makes an impatient sound he'd wished hadn't slipped out, the hint of a frown on his lips as he debates what to do about this. Finally, he settles on lifting his legs a little higher, so they can curl more completely around Leorio's waist. This time, when he tries to use them to tug Leorio impossibly closer, he does it slowly.]

Don't run into the desk. [Maybe a warning will help. He's trying to be cocky like this, but the truth is there's a heat working up in his stomach and his chest feels too tight, right now. He was normally so good at being patient, too...]

Leorio...

[Ah... Being bold is fine, maybe, all of this was fine. But an earlier decision he'd made on a whim was coming back to both haunt him and help him. Turning his head away in his own embarrassment, he lets a couple more kisses pass first.] My back pocket.

[If he dares to try digging in there, he'll find a small bottle of lube that Kurapika can only hope goes unquestioned for now.]

It sure as hell isn't my fault. [He says this with an edge, but he's not raising his voice even a little, so it's obviously just going through the motions. Bicker here, kiss the spot where his jaw meets the bottom of his ear there, and one for the road-] You're the one who picked the desk.

[Not that he would have chosen the floor himself - the desk does a really thorough job of solving the too tall to function problem, it's obvious, but still. Dimly he realizes that the stupid loose way he left his shirt and jacket are going to get in the way of Kurapika's legs around him, so he finally pulls his hand away to shrug them the rest of the way off and drop them to the floor. That's better.

When he leans back in he goes to settle that hand in the dip of Kurapika's spine, so the suggestion is pretty well-timed. He's distracted at first by a few more kisses before it actually sinks in that he's supposed to do something with that. In a mumble,] Oh- okay?

[Of course, there are only so many things to find in a back pocket while hooking up with someone, so he's hardly expecting a picture of some swirly jungle plants... He's a man of the world, Kurapika!! A man who no doubt keeps a lonely, pristine condom in his wallet no one has ever seen... that world. He does indeed reach down to root around in Kurapika's back pocket, totally unabashed, and pulls away from his neck to look at his grand prize.

There's absolutely no way he can let this go without saying something. He's approaching crimson again and his voice kind of shakes, but honestly the latter is because he could just- laugh stupidly-]

How long were you sitting on this? [DURING BREAKFAST... during pancakes... cover his mouth before he loses it]

[He knew this would end up happening. He'd stood there for five minutes getting ready this morning wondering if he should bother, if Leorio would just point it out and ruin the mood, and of course...

His face goes beet red, and he tries to keep his emotions in control enough to stay out of his eyes, but that just means that it's written all over his face. His legs loosen a little from around Leorio, but not enough to drop, but the hand not around Leorio's neck presses to his own face with a frustrated groan.]

Shut up, or I'll take it back--! [It might be a good sign that his more childish arguments are coming out, but that threat is serious. He pulls his hand back from his face, and there's a small frown in place as he prepares to reach for it back, if necessary.]

[Who said the mood was ruined? Leorio doesn't consider this a mood ruined at all! Sure, Kurapika is getting a little fussy again, but that's workable.]

Nope! [He does actually laugh now, but it's honestly not to make fun of him... not totally. The fact that he holds the bottle out to the side at arm's length, on the other hand, is somewhat more blatant.] If you really want to try...

[Still: shush, he'll be nice. He grins again before ducking down to plant a quick kiss on his lips, which says he'll shut up way better than he actually ever will out loud.]

[That is cheating. He eyes it, realizing from just that that even if he tried to reach for it, it wouldn't be enough. His face is hot, his stomach is hot, and he doesn't know what to do here. Leorio shouldn't be allowed social control of any situation. Normally, right about now, Kurapika would say something calm and accidentally insulting to knock him down a notch. ('Accidental' was debatable, too.)

But right now, nothing's coming to mind. He's too flustered. Instead, he pinches the back of his neck lightly in warning, chasing after that quick kiss with one of his own, and hovering there for a moment as he considers his wording. 'If you really want to try...' Well, why else would he have that!!

So instead of confirming in a normal, nice way most couples do, he goes a different route.]

You're insufferable. [Yes, so insufferable, clearly, that is why he is here, on this desk, legs hooked around him, hands at his neck and lips just inches from his.]

[Not cheating. Pinching him is cheating, and he objects with an ow that's much sterner than it needs to be for how light that pinch is.

But ah, his intimate knowledge of Kurapika-speak comes in handy this time. He gives him another short kiss, putting the bottle down on the desk and his hand back under Kurapika's shirt. No rush, since he's insufferable and all... But it's about time for this shirt to come off, and since he has to pull back a couple inches to tug it up and nudge with his other hand for him to raise his arms... comments.]

You're fussy, you know that? [love you too, pikt.]

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look at these keywords

they're so accurate it hurts.... dweeb alert, but kurapika digs it apparently

[pikt voice] mr. leorio

[leorio voice] crappyka

reolio

Mini kurapika

does he actually say neoleo, i don't even know

i dONT ACTUALLY KNOW but I feel like I should look into this

watch all of 1999 just for neoleo which i just typed as nelrilo somehow, what the fuck

NELRILO..... but don't test me I'd do it

why is that a threat if it's you who is going back to 1999 hell