Here, have Sasha interacting with a cranky (and very dead) empath!
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It annoyed Hisoka when he realized that the soft creaking of the dock planking was the first warning he noticed of Sasha’s presence. Now he knew someone was there he could feel him, but only barely. It was like Sasha was a smaller, greener piece of the forest, tinged human only by a slight, sharp edge of anxiety that was growing longer the closer Sasha – barefoot and precisely controlled – came to him.
“Hisoka?” Sasha asked, and yes, now that Hisoka was feeling for it he could feel the anxiety curl, coil, change shape. “It’s not really a - it’s a bad idea to let your feet dangle like that. Even in the sun.”
Sasha stood behind him, now, close, and Hisoka could still only really feel the difference between Sasha’s anxiety and the general background thrum of forest creature worry because he knew Sasha was there, and no, there was a difference, Sasha’s fear was more abstract. It wasn’t even really fear.
He realized he hadn’t answered, and Sasha was shivering, twitching a little. His shadow showed it, just a little. “I’m fine,” Hisoka said, “I’d like to see anything in this river try to eat me.”
“I wouldn’t,” Sasha said, serious, and though it wasn’t his stomach it was suddenly stabbing into, Hisoka felt the anxiety change, “There’s a voydanoi here. Please, don’t say things like that. He can’t resist them.”
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Here, have Sasha interacting with a cranky (and very dead) empath!
*****
It annoyed Hisoka when he realized that the soft creaking of the dock planking was the first warning he noticed of Sasha’s presence. Now he knew someone was there he could feel him, but only barely. It was like Sasha was a smaller, greener piece of the forest, tinged human only by a slight, sharp edge of anxiety that was growing longer the closer Sasha – barefoot and precisely controlled – came to him.
“Hisoka?” Sasha asked, and yes, now that Hisoka was feeling for it he could feel the anxiety curl, coil, change shape. “It’s not really a - it’s a bad idea to let your feet dangle like that. Even in the sun.”
Sasha stood behind him, now, close, and Hisoka could still only really feel the difference between Sasha’s anxiety and the general background thrum of forest creature worry because he knew Sasha was there, and no, there was a difference, Sasha’s fear was more abstract. It wasn’t even really fear.
He realized he hadn’t answered, and Sasha was shivering, twitching a little. His shadow showed it, just a little. “I’m fine,” Hisoka said, “I’d like to see anything in this river try to eat me.”
“I wouldn’t,” Sasha said, serious, and though it wasn’t his stomach it was suddenly stabbing into, Hisoka felt the anxiety change, “There’s a voydanoi here. Please, don’t say things like that. He can’t resist them.”