Yes, many of them do. I wouldn't say I personally enjoy fighting in itself, and I prefer not to start fights, but I don't like being seen as weak either.
[as a sura, to be weak is to be worthless. he knows that well.]
But... [ they're not sure how to communicate exactly what they mean, and they're quiet for a moment. ] ... For instance, just now... I still can't tell how you were feeling about that one's death.
[ but even that isn't exactly what Cinnabar wants to express - it feels like a criticism, but they don't mean it that way, and they bite their lip slightly, frustrated with themself. ]
he smiles, a little. not that he has any real inclination to talk about this, but he's not exactly aversive—as long as he keeps it relatively impersonal—and it seems like it'd help cinnabar, so.]
It's just that he meant to one day be a threat to me. I told him he wouldn't be.
[because people have already tried to break him, again and again. hisoka was never going to be the one to succeed, after so many years.]
Since he died before he got the chance to try, it seems I was right.
[ did what they wanted to say get through? ironically, they can't tell. The fact that his answer is impersonal means that they've partially failed, anyway, but they won't press. They just hope they haven't overstepped their boundaries - the way their hands link together and fidget nervously in front of them belies their uncertainty in navigating this relationship. ]
... you're not bothered, then.
[ or something like that. ]
That's what I wanted to know. If you were upset. And if you were upset... I wanted you to tell me. That's all. Because we're... friends.
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[ not that they could hear what he said, for obvious reasons. Cinnabar appears a little apologetic. ]
Sorry. I wasn't trying to spy on you.
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He and I merely had our disagreements.
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Did you fight again, then?
[ ... ]
... I don't think it was you. That's not why I'm asking.
[ even if it was him, they're not sure they'd do anything. ]
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[ no fighting!! shess already got beaten up by a giant robot this week. ]
I talked to him, too. [ a beat. ] He seemed like a troublesome person.
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[ those gems are mostly gone now, but. ]
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[shess tried to make himself as boring as possible. except then the fight happened, oops.]
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... But you must really be strong, if he wanted to fight you like that.
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... So you have a competitive side.
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Depends on the other party.
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Sura enjoy combat, don't they? Testing their skills.
[ based on what he's said... they sort of look at him from the corner of their eye. They know they told him they hated it before. ]
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[as a sura, to be weak is to be worthless. he knows that well.]
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... You know, you're hard to read.
[ but they seem faintly amused, distant behind their eyes and behind the veil of passive frustration they throw up. ]
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[ so it's kind of a miracle that they trust him as much as they do. A combination of circumstance and conviction about his character, they suppose. ]
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[ that's why they like him. ]
But... [ they're not sure how to communicate exactly what they mean, and they're quiet for a moment. ] ... For instance, just now... I still can't tell how you were feeling about that one's death.
[ but even that isn't exactly what Cinnabar wants to express - it feels like a criticism, but they don't mean it that way, and they bite their lip slightly, frustrated with themself. ]
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[ so that's a yes, if curt. Cinnabar trails off afterwards, though, softening their usual sharp tone with an addendum. ]
... You always seem to know what to say to me, though, when something's on my mind. Even when it shouldn't be any of your business. So...
[ ... they want to be there for him, too. They just don't know how to put this concept into words - or, at least, aren't confident enough to do so. ]
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he smiles, a little. not that he has any real inclination to talk about this, but he's not exactly aversive—as long as he keeps it relatively impersonal—and it seems like it'd help cinnabar, so.]
It's just that he meant to one day be a threat to me. I told him he wouldn't be.
[because people have already tried to break him, again and again. hisoka was never going to be the one to succeed, after so many years.]
Since he died before he got the chance to try, it seems I was right.
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... you're not bothered, then.
[ or something like that. ]
That's what I wanted to know. If you were upset. And if you were upset... I wanted you to tell me. That's all. Because we're... friends.
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[...]
Thank you. You're very considerate, Cinnabar.
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I still haven't done anything.
[ but it's good that he's feeling okay. That should be enough. ]
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