Game 043 [Voice/Written] - Nothing Wrong Here

[neverplaysfair]

[ The entry opens with audio. ]

Wha--

[ But the voice is cut off almost immediately by the sound of sudden coughing. Red splotches appear on the page, and after only a few seconds, the feed audibly cuts off as the journal is quickly shut. A few minutes later, a written entry starts up in its place with the splotches still visible. ]

What day is it?

And who decided to poke around my home while I was gone?

Comments

[Written]

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

No. we are not.

[NOT. CARING.]

[Written]

[neverplaysfair]

I want my friendship bracelet back...

[Written]

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

You're obviously delirious.

[Written]

[neverplaysfair]

All the more reason you shouldn't be straining little old me.

[Written]

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

You're fine, Josh. Stop writing and go to bed or something.

[Written]

[neverplaysfair]

[ Yes, of course. Fine. ]

I'm not tired.

[Written]

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

If you're in as such bad shape as you claim, then you should rest.

[Written]

[neverplaysfair]

I am resting. I just don't happen to be sleeping.

[Written]

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

Then you're fine to bother Misaki on your own.

[Written]

[neverplaysfair]

If she doesn't respond, there's not much I can do. You can at least go walk around and find her.

[Written]

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

[. . .]

You can't walk?

[Written]

[neverplaysfair]

I'm resting, remember?

[ C'mon, Hisoka, can't you tell how fake these grins are? ]

[Written]

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

Why don't you try being honest for once and maybe you'll get help when you need it?

[Written]

[neverplaysfair]

Good thing I don't need it, then.

[Written]

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

Stop lying already. You look terrible.

[Written]

[neverplaysfair]

I'd like to think I look quite good, thank you.

[Written]

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

A good-looking corpse, sure. [Yes he sees the irony in that.]

[Written]

[neverplaysfair]

[ Good. It would be quite a shame if he missed it. ]

There are worse things.

[Written]

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

If you want help, ask for it the right way. [Use your big boy words, Josh.]

[Written]

[neverplaysfair]

Hisoka, will you pretty please come over and keep me company?

[Written]

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

[With sugar?]

How much bleeding are you doing? I'm not a healer. [Spoilers/canonramble: He's totally a healer in his gut and would be incredible at it if he bothered to learn the basics. Healing rarely involves blowing things up though, so fuck that.]

[Written]

[neverplaysfair]

I'm not, don't worry.

[ Well, not any more. Admittedly he hasn't checked his back recently but that tends not to start spontaneously bleeding without some other sort of warning. ]

[Action]

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't bother writing a reply, and simply makes his way to Josh's house, linefacing all the way there. This had better be an actual emergency and now just some trolling, Josh.]

[Action]

[neverplaysfair]

[ Well, now. Josh didn't think that would actually work. Still if Hisoka gets to Josh's house in time, he might be able to catch him as he's changing his sheets. There's a rather impressive bloodstain on this set, considering where said blood came from. ]

[Action]

[aphephobic.livejournal.com]

[Hisoka pauses in the doorway, scowling.]

I thought you said you didn't need a healer.