You were hanging out in Chrollo’s room, laying on his bed. You didn’t get how he liked reading books; it was boring, and a screen was way better and more fun.

But he was Chrollo after all. All he does is read, read, and read. He enjoys it, and prefers it over everything— except hanging out with you. But you would never know that.

He put his book aside and rolled over to you.

“Hey,” he spoke, his cold and nonchalant demeanor faltering for a bit.

“What do you wanna do?” he smiled.