𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

~𝟜𝟚~

MASTER

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     "Can you walk?~ ♥" Hisoka says as he twists the bathtub jets off. What an embarrassment to be asked that question. I'm almost annoyed.

     She takes a hand ful of soapy water and pours it on her face. She rubs off excess bubbles and lazily glares at him. I'm already so tired.

     "What's with the face?~ ♥" He says holding up a towel from outside the tub.

     "What's with the sudden need to spoil me. Or is it curiousity?" She questions.

     "It's not curiosity Emiko, it's after care.~ ♥"

     You, my addiction, never fails to amaze me. To what's probably commonly expected in a relationship seems like a phenomenon to me. But he himself should also know it's strange to provide such affection.

     "How's it so easy for you?"

     "What is?~ ♥"

     "The affection, the caressing, the aftercare. Don't think I haven't noticed the sudden change of what you claimed was excitement to pure fondness for me." She explains.

     Hisoka chuckles after what seemed like a long thought process. "I don't know myself.~ ♥"

     She took the towel and practically drowned herself in after-bath products. He's almost fully equipped with all types of products in his own home. Is this how he maintains perfect skin and silky hair through all that hair mousse? The remaining of the night was spent drinking soft wine and light topics. For some reason, it only became easier to have conversations with him. At this rate, I reek of this magician 24/7.

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     Emiko was wide awake for most of the night. She'd been let into his life, the same way she'd contemplated to let him into hers. Over time it'd become easier to let those barriers fall as she began to realize, his presence is like dynamite. It's all calm and stable but knowing something so simple can be so dangerous. At any given moment, he can switch up and throw you away like trash. I've never seen anyone so alike, it's intimidating. I have no reason to be afraid of what's so identical; yet sometimes it feels like I'm looking at a mirror. All the flaws are there too. Over the time I've also realized, there are in fact flaws.

     She crawled out of bed at around 7 a.m. and brushed her teeth. You'd think it'd be easier to let yourself go once you're surrounded by—metaphorically—yourself but it makes me point out the flaws in what others would call 'unbelievably horrendous.' The way you've made me realize that in the first place makes you seem so dangerous, and yet, I stand here watching you laying peacefully and you're probably dreaming of another reality. I wonder what else goes on in that mind of yours, Hisoka.

     The sudden memory of her own personalized closet at his place came to mind. Emiko snoops around the walk-in closet and finds a section of feminine clothing. A matching track suit caught her attention; it was colored pale jade green and tight to the skin. It's not what I would pick but I have an open mind to this. She takes this as her chance to wander around the place a little more. It's supposed to be their last day in Yorbia before heading back. But of course, Hisoka did not specify what events would be going down today. She quietly dressed up and slipped right out of his presence.

     Actually, secretly leaving out of his life would be quite funny. Oh poor you; you opened up to someone over the years and they just slipped away right under your own fingers. But the thought of him being so upset by something like that made her heart skip a beat. She snapped those cruel images of him blankly staring at an open door and her scent on the pillows. Why must I have such intrusive thoughts? He's a special one, hu?