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003 ♣ VIDEO ♠ Change (Age Plot)

[A shirtless boy of about twelve appears on the screen, eyes bright gold, lips puckered in a smirk below a light amalgam of freckles dotting his nose and cheeks. Familiar to some but it might become a lot more apparent who it is once he speaks.]

How long do you think I would be able to manage dealing in my casino like this, hm~? [A chuckle, the boy's tone sly- sultry. A tone a twelve year old really shouldn't have, Hisoka'a voice definitely higher than his usual but pulling in the same seductively coy way it always has.]

[He glances down, inspecting his hands unseen off the video. While this is certainly strange and he'd like to know why the hell he's this age again, it is a bit entertaining.]

Mmm... Will flirting at this age become cute now? What do you think I could get away with saying? I certainly have to continue to please my players.

[Another pause before he switches to text.]

but i definitely think emoticons like this r much cuter being used by an adorable boy

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... [Sighs. Yes, clothes would be definitely be needed, especially since he doesn't actually know how long this will last.]

I'd appreciate that. Just don't get me something you would wear. [He doesn't want to look like a clown or a teenage girl, thanks.]

Aww, why not? You don't like how I dress? Were you this rude as a child?

I'd rather not stand out right now. [Being this small is humiliating enough. Being covered in obnoxiously bright colours would only make things worse.]

I'll pick something that fits you, of course~ I'm guessing you're a fan of black?

Black or grey will be fine, thank you.

So booooring. You should take advantage of that new face you have, I just want to touch it.

Not now. [Maybe when he's back to being his proper age again.

He looks down and off-screen and... damn it, one of his feet is turning into sand again. Turning off video and switching back to text before there's a chance for that to start happening to his face.]

Anyway, here's how to get to my apartment [DIRECTIONS GO HERE] come by when you're done.

[A blink, questioning look.]

Mmn, okay. [Playing hard to get, gosh. But he DOES get to go see him now, or whenever he picks up clothes. Nice.]

Good, I'll see you then. [And in the meantime he'll just... try and get this under control.]

[Knoooock knock.]

[Hears that knock, and Crocodile goes to open the door. He's no longer draped in the coat from before (which is now a pile of sand in the middle of the floor), but instead wearing one of the shirts he wears as an adult. Like everything else he has, it's far too big for him now - one sleeve hanging off the side of his shoulder and threatening to slip right off, while the bottom of it reaches his feet.]

Hisoka. I appreciate you coming by. [Somewhere in his apartment, another sound can be heard.]

Come inside. [And he'll step aside, awkwardly clutching his shirt so it doesn't fall off his shoulders, to let him in.]

[Ah, he's still cute in person and Hisoka smiles wide upon seeing him. He's still wearing Josuke's print sweater but now has on some slim jeans and tennis shoes, all fitting his new size. Along with him is a plastic bag, swinging it a little as he steps in and immediately moves to get he and Crocodile's faces close.]

Mmmhnn~ No problem. [Goes to

pat

at Croc's cheek.]

[His brow twitches as Hisoka pats his cheek, and he quickly swats his hand away before closing the door behind him. Crocodile's apartment is decent - not up to his normal standards and not as luxurious as he would like, but it's comfortable enough and clean, save for the sand on the floor. And a three-legged juvenile alligator standing in it.

And if Hisoka doesn't hand him that bag, he's just going to go ahead and take it, thank you.]

Do you need anything in exchange for this? [He asks, still frowning. He normally wouldn't give a damn about owing anyone favours or returning them, but he'd rather just deal with anything relating to his sudden change in age (and being seen like this) now and never think about it or have it mentioned by anyone again.]

[The sand on the floor is what he notices next. Sand, something Crocodile can turn into, but why is it on the floor? Especially when the rest of the place looks so cleaned up. Surely he didn't just keep sand on the floor. It's during these thoughts that he notices that strange sound as well and glances towards the direction of it- or where he believes it to be coming from.]

Hm- [Bag's taken, looks like it's a white dress shirt, a black sweatervest, black shoes, and grey dress pants. He did what he said! Aside from the incredibly bright pink socks and underwear as well...]

What is that? [Said as he starts to head deeper into the apartment. The tv? One of his room mates? A pet?]

[... Pink underwear and socks. Really? He sighs. At least they won't actually be visible when he puts everything on.]

It's a gift. [From a woman he was training, and struck up something of a future business partnership with.] And a p-- [Stops, because part of his jaw disintegrates into sand for just a moment before going back to normal. He's still behind the other boy so. Hopefully nothing was seen.] A pet.

[He follows Hisoka further into his apartment, right to where the tiny thing is calling for him. He picks her up in his left hand (still so strange to have it back) rubs the back of her head with his thumb and forefinger. She only has three legs - two in the back, one right, and a small stump where the front left leg would have been.]

An obvious joke, but I think I was also meant to feel touched. [Except that never happens, whoops.]

Edited 2015-03-28 02:27 (UTC)

[Well he had to do SOMETHING funny. And the idea of Crocodile wearing those comes as very entertaining to him. He wishes he could see it.][A smile, glancing to him before going to look again. Just missing that strange shift though acknowledging the odd stutter.]

As are pets. It doesn't sound like a dog, or cat, perhaps a bird? [Nope, sees it and immediately laughs, considering crocodile's NAME and the thing he's holding. Ah, it WAS a joke gift, in a way. He cocks his hips, setting a hand on them and points at it.] Those get rather big you realize. [has no idea that they get no where NEAR as big as Crocodile's used to though.]

It's cute... [His lips curl, nearing it to lower his head and look square at it. Cute, even if it's a weak little thing, crippled.] A name?

[That laugh earns another glare from Crocodile and he kind of wants to smack Hisoka for it. Would do it, too, if he weren't holding his alligator. It's not as useful or as big as the bananawani he owned in the past, but as Hisoka said, it's... cute. And he likes it well enough.]

I've handled bigger. [Much, much bigger.] And she doesn't have one. If you think she needs a name, go ahead and think of one.

[He never bothered naming any of his bananawani, and so hasn't bothered naming this tiny thing. He sets her back down and heads to the bathroom so he can go change... and steps a little awkwardly. The side of one of his legs is disintegrating, though it's hidden by his giant shirt. So all that can really be seen is the small trail of sand he leaves in his wake, before it rushes back to properly form his leg again. Urgh.

He really hates being like this.]

[OOohh, smack him. Initiate something, that would just let him retaliate.]

Have you? [A laugh and lewd joke at Crocodile's expense, glancing to the alligator again.] Oh you'd let me name your pet? [Actually no, he'd like that. Smiles wide, leaning in to look close again before Crocodile moves to set her down and starts to walk away.]

[Kind... of?]

[Hisoka's eyes widen, watching as he falters and how sand drips to the floor. Immediately his eyes slim and he smirks. So then, the sand was a more personal touch... a result of this aging event?]

Are you okay? Something seems to be amiss with you. Aside from your age.

I wasn't going to name her. [So yes, Hisoka, feel free to name his alligator. Otherwise she's just going to keep on being that alligator Crocodile has. Not that it really matters to him.

And... hn. Of course, he noticed. Why wouldn't he? Anyone with a functioning set of eyes would.]

It's nothing. Just think of a name. [Admitting to weakness, however obvious it is? Haha, no. Either way, he goes inside the bathroom and closes the door behind him.

Crocodile takes a moment to run some water in the bath tub - not for him, but for his alligator to relax in for a while after he's done changing. It does occur to him to just splash himself with water to temporarily keep him solid, but he kind of does still want to hit Hisoka for laughing at him earlier. Will definitely want to if he does it again. And if he decides to get into a fight, it's usually better for him to not be solid, even if he doesn't have complete control over it right now. Whatever.

He changes into the clothes Hisoka got for him, before turning off the water and leaving the bathroom.]

[As soon as the bathroom door opens, Hisoka is flinging a card as Crocodile fast. Sharp, an edge weapon, a surprise attack aimed at a shoulder so nothing fatal.]

[And that card... goes right through him. The very slight indentation left from the card doesn't seal right away, and a small amount of sand begins to trickle out of it. Intentional, or a well-timed moment for his abilities to continue screwing up, it's... hard to say for sure. He frowns, and it's another second before he becomes solid again. Hm.

He's not sure if he'll be able to do something on a larger scale right now, but he isn't really trying to go for anything big. It takes a second, but he begins to summon something - (Swirling and windy, some kind of... miniature tornado? No, not quite.) - in his right hand and sends it towards Hisoka. It's small, but strong enough to send him flying when it hits him, as long as there's nothing else keeping him on the ground. When that's done, he speaks again.]

If you really want to do something, it can wait until we're outside of my apartment. It's enough of a mess already. [Glances back down at alligator. Anyway.] Did you think of a name yet?

[Doesn't dodge, doesn't block, allows himself to be hit, swept away. Feels sand and wind push him, feels it scrape his skin, but he only chuckles after he hits the floor, standing up to his feet. A light dusting off before he presses his fingers to where some of that skin scraped, pulling it away to see specks of blood. Another smile, licking at the fingers with a swipe against his tongue.]

Wait- yes, and perhaps for you to be ready as well... ready for me. Nh- like this? You can barely control yourself. I like taking from the able bodied.

[Sighs, breathing in deep before giving a questioning look.]

[Oh right.]

[He glances in the direction of the little thing again and smirks, looking back to Crocodile, shrugging up his hands.]

Tracey! [Because. Trace, three, haha.]

Edited 2015-03-31 04:41 (UTC)

Fine. [Yes, yes, he gets it. And now his pet has a name. Lovely.

But... he does laugh a little in response to Hisoka's first comment. It's a bit of an odd sound, really.]

Ready for you? That's actually pretty funny. But good luck trying to take me on when I'm at my full strength again. [He grins.] Maybe I'll be generous and give you more than a few minutes to try.

Only a few minutes? That's hardly a fight. [An impish smile.] If you only want it to last so long I won't even bother. I've always been a fan of stretching things out.

Then you'll have to fight harder if you want to make things last. [The implication being that he barely needs any time to beat Hisoka senseless. Overconfident? Absolutely.]

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