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“Do you have any water?” rasps Illumi as he sits down next to Hisoka who lays sprawled on the floor.
“Ngh,” replies Hisoka, not opening his eyes. “Check over there?” he says, pointing to his bag up against the wall of the hotel room they are currently in.
Illumi sighs and wearily stands again, swaying gently as he does so. “Fuck,” he swears softly as his vision swims, his head dizzy from standing up too quickly. “It’s too hot for this.” He makes his way slowly over to Hisoka’s bag, checks it for any sign of a water bottle, finds none, then slowly returns to Hisoka’s side.
“When do you think the heat’ll break?” he murmurs as he slides down to sit next to Hisoka, both of them ignoring the beds in favor of the cool tiled floor.
“Not a moment too soon,” Hisoka growls under his breath, but even that is lacking his usual amount of sarcasm, it’s just that hot.
Illumi sighs and lets his head flop backwards to rest against the foot of the bed. They are there, ostensibly, for a job, but neither Hisoka nor Illumi have completed it yet due to the extreme heat wave rolling through the country. It’s driven everyone inside and there are restrictions in place for how much water can be used per day. It wouldn’t normally be a problem, but Illumi isn’t technically a guest at the hotel—Hisoka is, providing Illumi with a base of operations and a cover but without Illumi being registered as a guest, Hisoka can only get enough water for himself. They’ve been drinking sparingly, sharing Hisoka’s water rations for three days now.
“Just take your damn shirt off,” Hisoka mutters as Illumi shifts again, trying to find some relief from the oppressive heat which has seeped into the room over the course of the day, the hotel’s air conditioning systems unable to keep up with the demand.
Illumi glances at Hisoka, but the other man still has his eyes closed. It hadn’t sounded like a proposition, not that Illumi thinks Hisoka would try anything in this heat anyways, but one can never tell with Hisoka. After a few minutes of deliberating during which his shirt grew stickier with his sweat and clung in the most irritating way possible, Illumi gives in and pulls his shirt over his head. He sighs as his skin begins to cool somewhat, unhindered by the added weight and insulating heat of the fabric, and lets the shirt fall to the floor next to him in a rumpled heap instead of folding it nicely as usual.
Hisoka glances up at him from his position on the floor and grins. “Better?”
“Mm,” Illumi replies, his eyelids growing heavy with sleep as his body gradually cools off and reaches a temperature perfect for napping. “Much.”
“The view’s much better too,” Hisoka replies and Illumi sighs, opening his eyes once more to see Hisoka leering lazily at him.
“Don’t start,” Illumi chides. “It’s too hot for that.”
Hisoka chuckles and props his head up with a hand. “No harm in looking though, is there?”
“Hisoka,” Illumi warns.
“Fine, fine,” Hisoka says with a grin, letting his head flop back down onto the floor. “Whatever you say darling.”
Well, that’s an unexpected bonus to the heat, Illumi thinks, closing his eyes once more. An agreeable Hisoka. What is the world coming to. …but damn, I hope this heat breaks soon.