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Fortieth Hex - [Written/Action]

[When he first opens his eyes, he's immediately blinded by the sunlight and he hisses loudly, rolling over in the dirt to shield his eyes. He doesn't move for a moment, barely bothering to take in what was going on. It was obvious he was back. His clothes were still torn and disgusting from the last draft, and he had a few dried scabs on his arms, but otherwise...he seemed fine.

Sitting up, he gropes around the area for his journal to check the date.

Shit. Just how long was death supposed to last in this place? He supposed it wasn't too entirely unusual, considering how long Arumat was gone when he had been murdered. He adjusts himself on the ground, shifting the way he's sitting and reaching in his pocket for a pen. The writing is scratchy and scrawled, but the words are legible.]

So that's what it's like.

[He doesn't care. He doesn't care to read through everything and find out what he's missed. He's on his feet and carefully walking toward house 25, already knowing that Tsuzuki and Hisoka were waiting for him and most likely could kill him again for being dead for so long.

The thing was, however, was that he couldn't figure it out. He couldn't seem to wrap his mind around what he's lost as a penalty. Maybe he got lucky and they didn't take anything at all. That would be nice, wouldn't it? But it seemed highly unlikely, especially considering the nagging in the back of his mind that something was missing. He'd just have to work it out later.

Hmm...hello house 26. You seem awfully familiar, and not in the way that it was the house some of Draco's friends live in now. He used to spend a lot of time in that house, didn't he?

No. Maybe not. He couldn't imagine why he would...must be mistaken.

It isn't until he's almost at his front door that he takes his journal again, scrawling out a few more words.]

...am I the last one to come back then? Suppose they really do save the best for the end.

[ooc: Death penalty explained briefly here]

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[Tsuzuki slaps the wall with the blanket, trying his damnest to stop the fire. Result: Hisoka's blanket manages to catch fire.]

Stop arguing and help me!

[...Because of course. He whips to Tsuzuki, furious enough to explode at everyone.]

Fine. I'll fix that mess too. Seems like nobody can handle their own issues alone anymore.

[And stomping over to assist in the smothering efforts.]

[Oh for--out of the way, both of you. An Aguamenti is cast and the fire's put out, for the most part.]

Because you're doing such a fantastic job handling yours, Hisoka. [And he's stomping out of the room to go check on stuff, analyze the damage.]

[Tsuzuki raises an eyebrow as he watches Draco leave. Hisoka's snappy retort was one he ignored, because it sounded more like his partner trying to blow off steam. He shrugs, twisting the blanket to get the water (and ash) out.]

You can follow him. I'll clean up here.

I don't want to follow him.

[He fusses with the remaining belongings in his room, pulling the rest of the sheets off his bed now that one piece was spoiled.]

And I don't want him following me. [Said from another room. He's checking the other side to make sure wasn't damaged ~~since I forget the layout of house 26~~]

[He brushes the ash off of his hands, so he won't dirty more of Hisoka's things. Tsuzuki helps him with the bed, giving him a long look. Quietly, as if to avoid Draco hearing it, he says:]

I think you should, anyway.

Edited (wrong icon :P) 2012-11-30 20:27 (UTC)

He doesn't want it. Aren't you the one always going on about how I'm not considering his feelings? I'm being considerate now.

No, you're not seeing things clearly.

[He's not angry, but it's obvious from his tone that he's serious. Tsuzuki doesn't like vindictive childishness.]

If you were considering his feelings, you wouldn't have been ready to attack him when he came back.

I didn't raise a hand against him! He attacked me. I was just trying to shield the damage.

I'm not saying it was okay to attack you. [He places a hand on the bookshelf, as he thinks about the situation.]

But you have to keep in mind that it was he who went through this traumatic ordeal. If you really want to consider his feelings, you need to put yours aside first.