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o24. [Voice, Action]

[It's perhaps a little passe to mention that losing a weekend is distressing. Particularly since this is the third lost weekend Hisoka's had at Luceti, and it's starting to be a bit of a routine. What's not routine is how quickly the population of House 49 has exploded with rambunctiousness. It seems like there's someone bustling around in some nook or some other cranny at all times of day. Where some might find joy in the life and virility of a big family, Hisoka primarily found headaches. Normally, he'd take times like these to seek solace in the library, but since the missing weekend, even that's been entirely too full of bibliophiles for his sensibilities. There's a lingering feeling of "too many people everywhere" that he just can't shake.

And thus, there is the journal. Hisoka settles on the edge of his bed, occasionally glancing out of his window as he flips through the journal for anything of interest.]

This damn village gets smaller every day. Isn't there anyplace left for a person to be alone? Indoors, I mean. None of that forest stuff.

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I'm usually alone at my house. [ Giggle. ]

That's nice. Thank you for sharing.

Well, considering you asked, I figured I might as well answer.

Having problems?

[He hastily throws up a filter to keep prying ears away.]

I don't know. Maybe it's an experiment.

Do you feel like anything's different since Friday?

Hmm. Maybe.

There are too many thoughts again.

You should learn to block them out.

We've talked about this before. I can't.

Well, not with that attitude, hee hee.

Some of the furniture downstairs was moved, but I don't think anything up here changed while we were blacked out.

I don't remember asking about the state of your household.

No, but I thought you might find it relevant. Of course if you insist on nursing your headache like a normal person, far be it from me to stop you.

Joshua please stop being cryptic. I don't feel like picking through it.

The only two people to live here for extended periods of time could both block mind readers, and whatever happened this weekend appears to have left the upstairs alone. You're trying to avoid the residue from the experiment, aren't you?

It'd be okay?

I wouldn't be there long.

[Ohgod he hates being this desperate.]

No, I'm just offering for the fun of it. [ He giggles. ]

thank you.

[He'll be attempting to make his way over alone, though his wobbling and frequent pauses make the brief trip take up the better part of half an hour.]

[ Well maybe Hisoka should have swallowed his pride further and asked for an escort or a teleport service.

Joshua has left the front door unlocked as usual, and for the moment remains upstairs in his bedroom, practicing his violin. ]

[But it's bad enough he's acquiescing this far!

...Well. Far enough to the closest couch. He's not feeling up to stairs. He'll just be collapsing on the first soft surface he sees, thanks.]

[ Well then, he's lucky Joshua was expecting him.

After a few moments, the violin stops and Joshua comes down the stairs to find a Hisoka flopped on one of the couches. ]

... Is that better?

Not so loud.

So. Sure, it's better.

Do you want to come upstairs?

In a minute.

Alright. Tea?

[ Because Joshua is going to be over here making some for himself while you recover. ]

Oolong?

[ /checks ]

Nope, green.

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