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Illumi scans the perimeter with narrowed eyes. The forest is quiet once more, save for the stray chitters and chirping of smaller creatures. Just as it should be, and so it shall stay. He casts his eye upon the other man, whose recently dyed magenta hair stands out against the forest background like a paint splatter.
Throughout this weekend, Illumi has swiftly and mercilessly removed all traces of any living being with the audacity to disturb their peace—from the wolves howling in the night to the food-motivated squirrel simply eyeing their box of dry snacks. The many territorial beasts native to this area should know better than to disturb their time together.
Hisoka yawns and stretches from his position in the trees. It’s been a relaxing weekend—far too relaxing for his taste. “Camping together is a less… interesting experience than I was hoping it would be,” he muses, dropping into a kneehang from the branch he’d been sitting on. “Where is the excitement I was promised?”
Illumi blinks his wide eyes, considering his next words. He’s aware that Hisoka is growing bored, seeking the thrill of the hunt. There’s an itch that grows from the inside, a restlessness that yearns to sow chaos, the curiosity to chase. It makes for his favorite version of Hisoka. The dark-haired man’s face remains unchanged, but if he were a more expressive person, he might hide a smile behind his scoff: “I promised nothing of the sort.”
He tucks his needles back into a side pocket and makes his way back to their tent. Their temporary living quarters seem almost lavish in nature for two licensed Hunters who are used to roughing it, especially one that has been known to dig a hole in the earth to take a nap. With a large square footage and awnings to protect from rain and other elements, it looks more suitable for a group of six rather than a party of only two.
“Do not forget to gather some firewood before it gets dark. We will have skewered meat for supper.” An unzip, and nylon sheets separate to reveal an king-sized air mattress and solar-powered string lights lining the interior.
Hisoka reaches back up to the branch and dismounts, returning to solid ground gracefully despite the height. “You wouldn’t happen to know where that squirrel went? I had hoped to use it for target practice.” The question is superfluous, but he likes hearing about Illumi’s possessive streak. He slips off his shoes before following him into the tent.
Illumi’s icy words simultaneously send a shiver down Hisoka’s spine and warm his soul: “It was eliminated. They are not allowed to touch you. I am your only predator.”
“That hardly seems fair to the competition. Why should you have all the fun? Show me why you’ve earned that right,” the silky voice challenges in response. Illumi casts a glare at him for his insolence. They have an arrangement, but Hisoka knows every way to rile up Illumi and will never waste an opportunity to exploit that.
The tent gets re-zipped.