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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[ 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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