[He's already had his life affected by emotions, since he was a child and locked away for the things he picked up on because of his empathy. In not wanting him to reveal the family secrets. In trying to separate him from others to make it stop, or at least be more bearable in him being alone without others influencing him. In not being physically touched.
Hisoka frowns, closing his eyes and pursing his lips. His frustration erupting in the sight of a small fire at the grass at his feet. It's the smell of the fire, the smoke that initially has him opening his eyes, those vivid green eyes widening at the sight.]
This -- was me? Water!
[Cue him glancing around for something to help put out the fire if necessary, beyond his stomping on it with his sneakers. Which might ruin said shoes and would possibly also burn his feet in the process. But he doesn't seem worried about that.]
C:
Would....would you all just....stop? Stop!
[Of course, it is a hard life in being an empath in a world like this. Harder than back home with also having to deal with the amulets. With the emotions people feel having actual consequences on top of it being easier for him to unintentionally tap into. Hisoka doesn't even specify on what help he needs beyond this.
Probably because he's too overwhelmed by it all. At least more initially when he arrives, before he has a chance to try adjust more to this.]
F:
....fishing? I've never done it before, but. It can't be that hard?
[Or so Hisoka figures. In theory, it's simple enough? Bait the line and lower it, wait for the fish to bite, then reel the line back up to get the fish from the hook. Though the emotional aspect of this might make him a little less comfortable, if only because of his empathy. And thus him easily picking up on how others feel and all. That and, well. Forcing emotions doesn't necessarily sit well with him either.]
Hisoka Kurosaki l Yami no Matsuei
Emotions. As if I don't deal with empathy anyway.
[He's already had his life affected by emotions, since he was a child and locked away for the things he picked up on because of his empathy. In not wanting him to reveal the family secrets. In trying to separate him from others to make it stop, or at least be more bearable in him being alone without others influencing him. In not being physically touched.
Hisoka frowns, closing his eyes and pursing his lips. His frustration erupting in the sight of a small fire at the grass at his feet. It's the smell of the fire, the smoke that initially has him opening his eyes, those vivid green eyes widening at the sight.]
This -- was me? Water!
[Cue him glancing around for something to help put out the fire if necessary, beyond his stomping on it with his sneakers. Which might ruin said shoes and would possibly also burn his feet in the process. But he doesn't seem worried about that.]
C:
Would....would you all just....stop? Stop!
[Of course, it is a hard life in being an empath in a world like this. Harder than back home with also having to deal with the amulets. With the emotions people feel having actual consequences on top of it being easier for him to unintentionally tap into. Hisoka doesn't even specify on what help he needs beyond this.
Probably because he's too overwhelmed by it all. At least more initially when he arrives, before he has a chance to try adjust more to this.]
F:
....fishing? I've never done it before, but. It can't be that hard?
[Or so Hisoka figures. In theory, it's simple enough? Bait the line and lower it, wait for the fish to bite, then reel the line back up to get the fish from the hook. Though the emotional aspect of this might make him a little less comfortable, if only because of his empathy. And thus him easily picking up on how others feel and all. That and, well. Forcing emotions doesn't necessarily sit well with him either.]
We just....wait for the fish to bite. I guess.
Wildcard:
[Something else? Sure, hit me!]