Hisoka and the No Good, Terrible, Very Bad Day.

[mementosola]

[The problem with closing in on villains is when cornered, they tend to do stupid things. In this case, they waited until the Judges were raiding one of their strongholds and then the leader went and kidnapped Hisoka himself.

Given the mess made of the bakery, and the number of slavers who are basically rendered vegetative on the floor, it didn't go quite as planned. And she may have left a trail behind, out of threads and cookies and basically anything she could.

Right now, though, she's sulking, bound and gagged, and listening to a villain monolouging in his base of operations. She's a bit bruised from her repeated refusals to cooperate with his demands, and she's bitten the man in question at least twice, hence the gag. Rescue is very much desired.]

Comments

[withoutmercy]

Let's see if we even make it to work tomorrow, first, Hisoka. Though I'm curious to see what sort of rewards you've come up with, pent up here in your bakery...

[Apparently murdering a dude just turns Retsu into a huge flirt. Not that he's complaining about seconds.]

[mementosola]

[Breathing appears to make retsu one of two things, cranky or flirty. Hisoka has been kind of wondering if a day will come that he'll manage both at once. But here, have more food.]

Are you sure you really want to challenge me like that?

[withoutmercy]

Considering it took me months to get you to wear things that weren't burlap sacks, perhaps yes, I would like to challenge you, Hisoka.

[It's true. He does only have a few settings. Still not as bad as some, though.]

[mementosola]

Hmm. Put your bowl away and come upstairs.

[Just...getting her bowl put away and wandering off. Retsu, you should realize that with Hisoka's, uh, appetites you may have gotten yourself in the best kind of trouble.]

[withoutmercy]

[THIS IS EXACTLY THE SORT OF TROUBLE HE WANTED. Probably. Maybe more than he expected. Look Retsu is not a clever man, just a hot and incredibly justice minded one.

...He's upstairs in a few moments, though.]

[mementosola]

[It hasn't given her a lot of lead time, no, but long enough for her to have lost her shirt, which she's pretty much figured out works just as well as anything she could wear.

He will catch her just...considering his desk in an alarmingly contemplative fashion, though, before she hears him come in.]

Ah, that was fast.

[withoutmercy]

It was only to rinse out a bowl. I can walk out and wait in the hallway for a few moments, if you need time to get ready, Hisoka.

[He does look her over, less appreciatively, more hungrily, as he says it though.]

[mementosola]

Oh, no need for that. C'mere.

[Just. Beckoning for him to come over.]

[withoutmercy]

Oh, good...

[He will stalk over there immediately and just rest one hand on her ribs, right under her breasts, then immediately lean in for the kiss.]

[mementosola]

[Yeah, he wanted a surprisingly aggressive kiss, right? because apparently Hisokas are more than capable of getting downright roughly hungry in this, and also maybe grabbing his ass in the process.

You awoke a beast, Nakadai Retsu.]

[withoutmercy]

[He is aware, and he will respond to ass grabbings by immediately reaching up and groping her chest in kind. Seems he's fine with having awakened a beast, about as fine as he is with keeping this kiss going as long as he can.]

[mementosola]

[Yeah she's going to keep kissing him until her lungs are basically screaming for air, and when she breaks away it's with a sharp gasp, given all that groping, but--well. She doesn't really have the temperament to be really, truly rough with him, but she will get her hands down the back of his pants and work on giving him a seriously impressive hickey.]

[withoutmercy]

[Yep, he still is made of muscle, including his ass. Thanks for checking, Hisoka. He does tilt his neck back so she can work on that hickey, though he's gonna respond by letting up on her breasts and just sliding a hand down her front, slowly, to see how sensitive she's gotten.]

[mementosola]

[Pretty goddamn sensitive, apparently, given her legs nearly gave out, but that does inspire her to steer him towards...well the nearest surface she can find. Bed, desk, chair, floor, wall...whatever. SHe's not picky.]

Aahh, Retsu...