Do. Your. Worst! »Feitan Portor«

Method 38 - Debrief

When Chrollo "requested" that I let the troupe use my house as our temporary home base, I was, of course, inclined to agree.

Whether it was because he was my boss or because I refused to disobey any more orders that, let's be honest, would ultimately do me more harm than good, I didn't quite know.

What I did know, however, was that I was about to have thirteen people in my small cottage like home.

Honestly, I didn't know why they couldn't just hide away in one of those bashed up buildings again — or even take over a hotel (something they could very easily do). Surely, it would have been far more comfortable for everyone involved, yes?

On top of that, Lynbrook was nothing more than a district of Yorknew City, Vieana being the furthest section. It wasn't at all close to where the auction would be held.

I felt myself sighing. As long as my house isn't destroyed and the police don't come barging in, I suppose I can tolerate it.

What threw me off more than anything about the situation was the simple fact that I only found out about Chrollo's plans when he also decided to tell everyone else. It was all nicely together in one concise text message sent to the scarcely used troupe group chat.

How he got my address, I doubt I'll ever know..

I was lucky enough to still be with Pakunoda in Meteor City when the message came through (despite her laughing at my very alarmed expression).

Due to the auction only being a few days away, we decided to head back for my home together, under the guise preparing my house for the mass amounts of people soon to invade.

To my great surprise, when we arrived, most (perhaps all) other members sans the boss were already happily situated within my house.

I'm positive Pakunoda found herself snickering at me once again.

Under regular circumstances, my house would usually be described as quite cosy. However, that only really works when you consider it a "one-person accommodation". I was actually surprised that the troupe members managed to keep to their own personal space. 

Since first being partnered with the money spider, I had actually been successful in better decorating my house. Did I purchase any of the items? No. But I doubt the people we murdered together cared much anyway.

One of the most recent finds had been a cute green beanbag that I left in the corner of my living room. I wasn't surprised to find that was where Shalnark decided to take a claim to. He spared a very distracted greeting (along with what could barely be counted as a glance) to myself and Pakunoda before hissing a curse under his breath and staring down at his JSP (Joystation Portable) in a very heartbroken manner. I would have laughed had his Nen not reminded me so much of Illumi's.

Similarly, Kortopi gave a silent nod of acknowledgement towards us before looking towards the small TV, which didn't seem to want to stay on a single channel. He was sat on the floor, cushioned by one of the couch comforters, beside Shalnark. He did decide to laugh at the blond, causing him to puff out his cheeks and pout childishly.

Franklin was to culprit for the channel surfing. He seemed to be growing annoyed with the lack of good content. Maybe I should invest in streaming services? I heard Webflix wasn't terrible. "Y/n, your TV is shit."

I raised a brow. "By all means, feel free to nab me a better one." so much for Webflix. 

Franklin snorted. "Yeah, right. Not happening." after that, he finally settled on a new documentary channel about Greed Island. Interest piqued, I asked him to record it.