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[Well. Let's invoke some timeywimey in here. Obviously, the forces of Darkness (tm) and Orochi are on the rise, shit is terrible and Hisoka and Keisuke may or may not be actual incarnations of their representative gods.

Of course, if one was nearing other large revelations and wanted to find Hisokas, it is a school day and so, once more, Hisoka is (mostly) politely turning down scores of far-too-insistent admirers, in a tone and inflection that might signify she is very much wishing her powers were not quite so restricted. Particularly the part where she can fly.

Or perhaps one could catch her get rapidly less polite with an oddly familiar dude with way too many bad pick-up lines and something about the Moon Kingdom.

What do?]

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[For the record, he seems to enjoy that last part more than the film itself, but he'll definitely hold her close to him while they watch the film.

If she's paying more attention to him than the movie, she'll notice his eyes naturally seem to follow where all the strikes would go - and some extra twinges where he seems to think a kill-strike would have fit. He grows far more placid at the plot, regardless of what it is.]

[She is noticing, because Hisokas are a perceptive breed, but she is also taking one of those moments to lean up, just barely brushing her lips against his ear.]

Something wrong?

[He shudders almost inperceptibly at her proximity, before he turns some to face her.]

N-no.... why would there be something the matter?

Mm...No reason, just...you're twinging at the kills.

[She can only assume when he twinges where there wasn't someone dead, someone should have been--she's better at reading people, or swords shaped like people, than she is swordplay.]

I suppose I am simply going with my training, or perhaps my instincts. It is hard to say that I cannot see where this would end sooner.

[He'll turn his head more, which means his lips almost brush hers.]

I will do my best not to show my response, then.

I didn't say I minded...[It's kind of hard to see what she's referring to, especially when she very quickly closes that gap to steal a rather chaste kiss, all things considered.

Your move, swordbro. c:]

Indeed, you scarcely seem to care at all about the film.

[Well, he's not moving back, and he might, if anything, be holding her a little closer, bodily.]

Would you rather watch it?

[It is a genuine question, at least--she'll behave if he wants to watch the movie.]

Did I not say I would do what you wished to do? I want to spend my time with you, however you may wish to spend it.

[...Tracing a hand along the outside of her leg, though, as he says that.]

[Shivering a little.]

Oh? No preferences of your own? You are allowed to put in requests, Re-tsu~

[He slides a hand along her leg, hers 'accidentally' slips up his thigh. Game on.]

[He inhales a bit through his teeth.]

Nonsense. The least that I can do is make sure you're satisfied with our date.

[He'll just, of course, have to keep his hand sliding up along her leg then. Just happened, right?]

[Okay, that's it. It is time to kiss with tongues. And perhaps reckless abandon, given she's kissing a dude with sharp teeth, but hey. Girl's a bit distracted.]

[Please do not lick swords, Hisoka. Your father taught you better than that. For his part, though, she's going to find that he's actually surprisingly skilled at this; about like how he fights, he just clearly knows what he should be doing when she decides to kiss him. He'll also continue with that hand slowly up the hem of her skirt.]

[Her father did not mention the swords would be hot and boy-shaped and sliding a hand up her skirt! She's obviously not really very experienced, but she learns quickly and is finding, as with many things, activities with Retsu are actually fairly natural. She does shudder at that hand, though, and if her slips a bit too far up in an attempt at retaliation, well, they're both about to find out what a sword's packing downstairs, then.]

[This seems like time to make an exceptionally poor pun about handles and whatnot, but yeah, he might have just jumped a bit and yes, she has his full attention now. He does break the kiss after a moment, and while his own hand hasn't moved, he does seem to be thinking some with brain still.]

Is this prudent, here?

[Give her a second, she's processing what she just touched and getting a wee bit flustered by it.]

...P...Probably not...

Perhaps we should find somewhere more cloistered, if you wish to continue this, then?

[Help him out here, Hisoka, he's starting to worry that he's broken something in your head.]

U-um...[Alright. Move hand. Deep breath. Get it together, Hisoka.] Right. Yes. We should...should go somewhere else.

[Glancing over at the screen.] ...Movie's about over, anyway.

Is there somewhere in particular you wish to go next?

[He will remove his hand from her hip, then, and try to straighten back up some in his seat. Calm down. Get certain things back under control.]

...Well, there is one thing, but we'll have to go through the house, first.

I've meant to introduce you to her, anyway.

[...Hisoka that wasn't ominous at all.]

To... "her?"

[Come to think of it, there was precious little in the way of a female presence in the Fujiwara household. But he would nod slowly, all the same.]

As you wish.

You'll see when we get there.

[Welp. Back to the house it is, then!]

[Yep, heading back to the house. Nothing particularly untoward on the ride back because unlike some people with the name he can behave himself for more than thirty seconds at a time.]

[Look, we're surprised if certain other retsus make it 30 seconds.

Anyway, once they're there, Hisoka's quick to lead him through to the back of the house, where the temple is...

...and then out a secret path in the back, to a smaller garden and grave marker.]

...Afternoon, Mom.

I had assumed this is what you meant.

[He will offer a small bow and nothing more.]

It is nice to meet the matron of the Fujiwara.