Every day, it was someone new.
"I couldn't believe it, Tsuzuki. I couldn't believe she said that to me, you know?" Hisoka sighed, lazily running a hand through his hair, lounging in the old beach chair on the patio. The setting sun cast hazy highlights on his honey-colored hair and tanned skin, the curse marks not so vibrant against the darker shade of his body in mid-July. The humidity kept him enveloped in a comfortable warmth. Tsuzuki sat beside him, stirring what remained of his drink, sipping it as he gazed out at the horizon. He hadn't actually had the time to watch a sunset like this in years.
Yet, he remained lightly aware of his partner's frustration. Lightly because at one time he had listened with sincerity, but over the time, he began to nurse a bud of irritation for Hisoka's whining inside himself. He rarely spoke it, and never let it show on his face. Instead, he kept it hidden behind carefully-controlled sympathy for both parties.
He stood, setting both of their glasses on a small tray and lifting it to his chest.
" 'Soka.."
The younger shinigami frowned, pausing mid-sentence. Tsuzuki hadn't even realized that he was still speaking.
"Hm?"
Tsuzuki sighed, closing his eyes, and turned in the direction of the apartment's small kitchen.
"Sometimes, I think you judge people too quickly."
For a brief moment, silence settled between them. Tsuzuki didn't move to leave, and Hisoka sat with his lips in a firm line until he could decide on precisely which insult he should dish out.
"You're an idiot."
The older shinigami smiled, nodding a little, accepting the scolding with a convincing face. He didn't need to question whether or not his friend noted the falsity of his act.
"I guess so."
Without another word, he picked up his pace again and disappeared inside.