[For Hisoka] One door closes, another one opens...

[cute_shinigami]

It happened quite suddenly, as these things do. He'd gone to Tatsumi's room to tell him about the plans he and Hisoka were making, about setting a kind of paranormal investigation agency, when he found the room empty and untenanted. The discovery knocked his feet out from under him, metaphorically. He'd wandered around the Mansion for a couple of

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[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka is coming up the long slope to the back of the house, from the woods, where he has been working on Genkai's dojo -- and from his own boatbuilding shack, where he has just put the final touches on his canoe. He's in his jeans and jean jacket as usual, and he's carrying a satchel full of tools. He sees Tsuzuki sitting disconsolately on the porch. He climbs up, sets his satchel down on a step just below Tsuzuki, and sits down beside it.

"Hello, Tsuzuki," he says, quietly.

[cute_shinigami]

He's so wrapped up in his thoughts and in gazing out into the lengthening shadows, that he jolts and lets out a yelp at that otherwise quiet greeting. Then he turns and looks to the source of those words. "Oh, hello there, Hisoka," he says, a bit embarrassed now. "I didn't hear you approach: guess I just got lost in my own thoughts, that's all."

[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka unslings his katana and lays it beside the satchel. It has been more than two months since he last laid eyes on Tsuzuki. "You look a little abstracted. How have you been?"

[cute_shinigami]

"Yeah, ah, sorry about that," he replies, chuckling, but there's a forced note to it, and his nervous smoke quickly fades. "Tatsumi disappeared: I went his room earlier and he was gone," he adds, pensively.