"Hisoka, why do you look so listless?"
Illumi asked casually as he flipped through the magazine in his hands. Hisoka sighed, leaning against the bar with his eyes lowered, looking thoroughly miserable.
"Who knows? Maybe I'm getting old."
Hisoka picked up the glass beside him and drained it. Illumi's expression didn't change in the slightest at his answer.
He set down the magazine and tilted his head, giving Hisoka a puzzled look. "That doesn't sound like you. Besides, I don't think you're old enough for menopause yet."
Hisoka was speechless. He'd only been making an offhand remark. After rolling his eyes at Illumi, he walked over to the enormous floor-to-ceiling window.
It was nearly dawn outside, and the sun hadn't even risen in the west yet. Everyone seemed to be asleep. From their spot high above the ground, the two of them could see the entire city clearly through the enormous window.
Seeing that Hisoka was ignoring him, Illumi couldn't be bothered to invite another snub. He plopped back onto the sofa and resumed flipping through his magazine.
Amid the quiet, a long blast of a ship's horn suddenly sounded. A sizable cruise ship slowly docked, and as the gangway was lowered, passengers carrying suitcases filed off.
They hugged the family members waiting on the pier, reunited at last.
Just as the two men were watching the people below out of sheer boredom, an unexpected figure caught their eyes.
Illumi didn't seem particularly interested in the man's arrival. Instead, he instinctively looked at Hisoka beside him. "Huh? What's he doing here? Didn't he say he'd never come back as long as he lived?"
Hisoka clicked his tongue, still looking utterly uninterested.
"Who knows~"
As he spoke, Hisoka reached for his glass, but only when he brought it to his lips