Bullet Storm

     May.

          His hostility easing up, slowly, but surely. Hisoka stands upright, remaining at a fair distance across from Yuuka. There’s no need to enter an all-out brawl over his fruits, now is there? Although, the prospect of murdering this woman here—one who was surely powerful, perhaps even as powerful as one of the spiders—was awfully tantalizing.  

“Gon, Killua, Kurapika, Leorio, and Chrollo. Those are the names of my most precious fruits; some are more ripe than others, but amongst them only one is truly ready to be savored. ♦"

          Hisoka retrieved his deck of cards from seemingly nowhere. A sleight of hand perhaps? Who knows, it was hardly the matter at hand anyhow.

Yuuka's own hostility faded as he told her about his 'fruits'. Memories, dreams, these things were precious to her, almost as much as her beloved flowers. She listened intently as he spoke.

"Is that so? How interesting." She tilted her head, as if in thought, "These fruits of yours...they remind me of a certain pair of human girls I, too, have known for a long time. They are worth more to me alive than dead, however."

“That depends. Do you believe in the idea of a human being worse than a demon? ♣"

          {★} Hisoka remained where he stood, but the look on his face was unlike any expression he had made thus far. His eyes lacked the same sense of glee that he so often carried. His smile? Nonexistent. Not a shred of a laugh, nor a giggle, could be seen upon his face.

"I am a woman of my word when I wish to be, Hisoka. And when I set my mind to something interesting, I get it one way or another. Human or demon, if there is something I want the method does not matter, I will have it. Understood?"

          {★} Eyes drifting over, Hisoka’s sight focuses in on the parasol-toting demon. That previous tameness no longer present, instead in its place was raw murderous intent.

"You. Me. Cuddle. Now."

"Don’t move, I just got comfy."

"I’m scared, hold me!"

"I bit my lip. Will you kiss it better?"

"Tickle war has been declared!"

"Bunny pyjamas, really?"

"I’ve never seen so many kittens in one place."

"Come on, just one bite."

"I never imagined you were so… ticklish."

"You’re so huggable."

"You’re under arrest for being too cute. Put your hands where I can hold them."

“Fascinating. Then this means that you’re powerful, yes? ♣"

     Wonderful,