Hisoka took a small sip of his juice, taking a moment to organize his thoughts in order to make it easier to explain. Though it wouldn't be easy in the least, not when he didn't even know everything about this place.
"I woke up during nightshift about three nights ago. The last thing I could remember was--" Asking you to stay with me, I had thought you lied... "Kyoto burning, but I had no injuries to speak of and there was absolutely no one there."
He paused, frowning slightly. It would take too long to explain if he just kept recounting his experiences. He might as well just summarize what was going on to the best of his abilities, the change in shifts would most likely interrupt them and the boy wanted the interruption to be sometime when neither of them was so confused. If that was possible.
"To make a long story short, this place has two faces. During the day it is meant to be a mental hospital and so far I have yet to find and lapses in their wonderfully kept guise." And he had actually been looking too. Signs of cruelty, signs of the darkness that permeated the halls at night. Nothing. Despite the fact that Muraki was here, there was nothing to point to how they suddenly shifted to the twisted darkness of nightshift. "At night though, things become a little strange, as you may have noticed. They unlock the doors to our rooms, they let us wander and from what I've heard, they let monsters roam as well."
And they stick their little toys with syringes and make them dance when they haven't played nice. Hisoka curled his hands into fists, glaring down at his rice-eggroll.
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"I woke up during nightshift about three nights ago. The last thing I could remember was--" Asking you to stay with me, I had thought you lied... "Kyoto burning, but I had no injuries to speak of and there was absolutely no one there."
He paused, frowning slightly. It would take too long to explain if he just kept recounting his experiences. He might as well just summarize what was going on to the best of his abilities, the change in shifts would most likely interrupt them and the boy wanted the interruption to be sometime when neither of them was so confused. If that was possible.
"To make a long story short, this place has two faces. During the day it is meant to be a mental hospital and so far I have yet to find and lapses in their wonderfully kept guise." And he had actually been looking too. Signs of cruelty, signs of the darkness that permeated the halls at night. Nothing. Despite the fact that Muraki was here, there was nothing to point to how they suddenly shifted to the twisted darkness of nightshift. "At night though, things become a little strange, as you may have noticed. They unlock the doors to our rooms, they let us wander and from what I've heard, they let monsters roam as well."
And they stick their little toys with syringes and make them dance when they haven't played nice. Hisoka curled his hands into fists, glaring down at his rice-eggroll.