NT

The estate is silent by the time they reach Illumi's room, the kind of silence that swallows footsteps whole. Hernandez drops onto the carpet first, cross-legged, still half amused at himself for agreeing to any of this. Illumi settles across from him without a word, folding down with the same unbothered precision he does everything else. Hisoka takes the space between them, loose-limbed, pleased in a way that should probably be concerning.