These eyes will not weep

“...Just what is it with you and games?”

If this were about anything other than the Spider, Kurapika probably would have left already. Instead, he merely sat there, struggling to gather what patience he had left. He pointed to the third finger before crossing his arms.

The Thief had no room to dodge this time, he was up against a wall with no where to go as the heavy metal wrapped around him. Chrollo was thoroughly caught this time. 

He took a deep breath, trying his best to calm down. He had the criminal bound in chains. Still, he couldn’t shake off his feeling of unease. It still felt like something was wrong.... and he had no idea what it was. 

“Be that as it may, you’re still going to steal something that my employer wants. And I really can’t allow that.”

A quick flick of his wrist tightened the chains around the other’s body. He stepped forward cautiously to check if the man was truly restrained. The beady eyes of the spider seemed to leer at him, as if angry that its master had been incapacitated. 

“Is that so? In that case, would you prefer to go to a store instead to buy a cane?”

The density of people in the streets increased as they ventured through the district, forcing Kurapika to slow down even more so as not to lose track of Komugi. 

“I only trust people I know well. And I doubt you’d be willing to divulge secrets of yours just to earn my trust.”

He looked over at the flame-haired man again, trying to ascertain if he was spinning another tale. The events were already long-gone, and there was nothing he could do about that, but he still needed to know if the information had been forced out of Hisoka by someone else’s ability. 

He snickered at this discovery, not letting this go one. He wanted to use it against the chain us. In other words, he had forgotten he haven’t played this one /too/, high chance of him he would do the same thing like what he did, button mashing. Until his large hand for his size managed /accidentally/  to create a deadly combination that could erase a large amount of the life metre.

Kurapika clicked his tongue, but gave no other indication that he was upset. He was definitely not letting this game get the better of him, and getting angry would only get in the way. He grabbed the controller and started mashing the buttons more systematically. A quick press of certain buttons in succession resulted in his character flying up into the air and mashing the ground with his fists...knocking off a huge chunk of his opponent’s life.

He indulged himself with a grin, but didn’t take his eyes off the screen.

However, it was amusing for him. When Uvogin punched the wall beside him, disturbing the solemnity of his neighbour who racked a knock from his side of the wall to gain their attention. Momentarily, Uvogin stopped laughing, so does Nobunaga and Phinks while Chrollo closes his eyes and mused on the racket his friends had made, anticipating the ill repressed silence galvanizingthe fleeting trance of knock had made; and the passing of perplexed stares in between the three of them. “–what? don’t tell me you’re being intimidated with that?” he jested, priorly to the reaction that each one of them has garnered. 

With considerable effort, he kept his eyes fixed on the man’s face as he expressed his displeasure. He crossed his arms over his chest, trying to keep his thoughts focused on his irritation, rather than on wondering if his neighbor would notice if he snuck a quick peek. Things were already awkward with him out in the hall in his dressing robe, and the black-haired stranger in his boxers of all things. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

He gave a shrug of his shoulders as he keyed in the security codes in his phone to deposit the money. It was a considerable sum of cash, so he supposed Nostrade must really hate this family. 

“If you’d like to. The order was for an extermination anyway.”

He lifted his eyes for a moment to look at Hisoka’s progress.

Neon waltzed right past the man holding the door, not even sparing him a glance. She was simply too excited for this, during this show they were going to show off all sorts of tropical and exotic fashion. 

“Nope! Let’s hurry up and get there!” They were already late, if Neon were to get side tracked now, knowing her, she would end up missing the entire show. Besides, she can always come back to that later. The fashion show was a now or never deal!

He sat down beside his boss and closed the door with a bit more force than necessary. The driver gave the slightest of frowns at that, but he whisked them away to the road as fast as he could. Even in this sparsely populated island, the roads were full of large, overpriced cars. A Rolls-Royce was by no means a small car, but with the road full of nothing but Cadillacs and limousines, it was able to slip through the gaps that the larger vehicles couldn’t squeeze through.