\o/ I did 100 days! I made it! \o/
To celebrate...let's keep going like it's any other day...because I'm apparently original about my writing...and didn't notice I was on day 100...I need more coffee.
"Why did you never tell me you could cook like this?" Hisoka moaned, putting another kipper onto his plate and staring at it as if it were the key to eternal happiness.
"You never asked," Chrollo said with a shrug, spooning some rice into a bowl and cracking an egg over it, before mixing it all together.
"You don't just go around asking people if they can cook like a professional chef," Hisoka said, stuffing a forkful of kipper into his mouth and groaning with delight.
"Interesting," Chrollo said, eating a spoonful of his own breakfast.
"Don't look at me like that," Hisoka said defensively. "I know I'm not the weird one here. Not even Illumi asks those kinds of questions, and I've known him longer than you."
Chrollo took a sip of his tea to hide his grin.
Hisoka glared. "I was trying to compliment you, you ass."
"Thank you, Hisoka," Chrollo said as sincerely as he could manage around his suppressed laughter.
"Now I remember why I wanted to kill you," Hisoka muttered in between bites of his food.
"Wanted?" Chrollo asked casually.
Hisoka froze. "Want." He stared at Chrollo who had raised an eyebrow. "I'm going to kill you."
"I look forward to the battle," Chrollo said evenly and speared himself a kipper, pulling it onto his plate.
Hisoka wanted to punch the man in his smug fucking face. He pushed his half-eaten fish aside and stood up. "I'm going to have a shower."
He saw Chrollo gesture for him to come closer and ground his teeth. "Thank you for the food, but I'm not-"
"Your collar, Hisoka," Chrollo said simply. "Kneel down here and let me take it off."
"On second thought, I'm sure I saw a bath when I was looking around earlier," he said defiantly and walked away into the house before Chrollo had a chance to say anything else.