answer your god damn phone

[dialtones]

[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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[speeddial]

[When the phone rings, Leorio is asleep. It's the kind of sleep he's used to lately, in between trying to keep his studying going and keep eyes and ears open for news of what his (unreasonable) friends are getting themselves into these days— that is, it sucks. He's hunched over two open books on his desk, the arm pillowed under his temple somehow still not enough to keep the definition of renal colic from sticking to his cheek. His phone suddenly buzzing to life inches from his head jerks him awake and he nearly takes the whole book with him as he sits up abruptly, where is the fire—

Oh. He rubs the side of his face with one hand and reaches for the phone with the other, which turns into a frantic grab when he sees the name and then he nearly drops it and somehow pokes himself in the eye in the process of scrambling for it but, okay, okay, he has it. He's got this. Kurapika is calling him, as impossible as that seems, and for a moment he forgets how his phone is supposed to work.

Cue another fumble as he realizes this is probably his only chance, even if he misses this call and calls back a second later, Kurapika won't pick up— So when he answers his voice sounds too far away and he says,] Shit—

[—but only because his phone screen didn't like how hard he stabbed it with his thumb just now. He's so calm, he's not half asleep still and the only reason Kurapika would call him isn't if he's dying or something, right-??]

Kurapika!! [hello] Where the hell have you been?!