"Get off." He grumbled as he gently pushed you back.

"What? Why?" You frowned at him as he stood up, shrouded in his blanket.

"I'm just going to get dressed... I'm fucking hungry." His cheeks were red from the emotional outburst and he wanted to move on from the scene he had just had.

"Oh, what can I wear then?" You followed behind him like a puppy.

He let out an exasperated, unnecessary groan.

"Fuck, Hana, just come with me if you're not going to be tired."

"What's up your ass? I didn't do shit but make you a nice drink that you didn't drink." You scowled, thrown into a bad mood but Chrollo's sudden change in attitude.

"Sorry. Just not in a good mood." He tried to shake off his attitude, but he had a feeling that sobriety wouldn't suit him today. "Will you take some E with me? I'm just not in the mood to lounge around all day. I'll take you out, but not without a crutch."

"It's fine. At least you admit it." You grumbled, reaching for Chrollo's hand, although at the touch of your own, he retracted. "Relax. You can't just stick diamond's on my fingers and then refuse to hold my hand."

"I can do whatever the fuck I want. I'm Chrollo Lucilfer and I led the deadliest Troupe known to man." He announced proudly.

"Yeah, you did and now you're here with me. Don't bring me down too. If I have to, I'll take E with you. If it'll get you out of your shit mood." You were shown to a massive closet and then to literally the smallest drawer in the apartment.

"Just dig whatever out of there. I'll buy you clothes today, so it doesn't matter what you wear." He waved you off as he got ready for the day. He was going to wear a very plain outfit today: black skinny jeans and a black long sleeve shirt.

You pulled the drawer open and you almost gagged. "Whose clothes are these?" You asked incredulously as you pulled out a handful of likely used panties.

"Whores." He mentioned off-handedly, not bothering to look at you, rustling in another drawer. 

"Tell me why you have them!" You demanded with your hands on your hip.

Groaning again, like an angsty teen, Chrollo turned around to face you. He walked over to you and ran his hand down your side. "Bossy suits you, Hana. Here, have some fun." He held a small pill out in front of your face. Softening your look, you wrapped your lips around his fingers, taking the drug from him. He smiled just a bit. "I always kill the women who sleep with me. Easier that way. I never really know what to do with the clothes."

"Well throw the panties out at least. I wouldn't wear them." You shook your head as Chrollo tossed back his own pill of happiness. He pushed you aside and rummaged through the drawer.

"You don't need a bra or panties. We'll go to the lingerie store first. Just put this on." He handed you a piece of fabric that resembled a tube dress.

"I can't help but imagine you picked the smallest, least in the way clothes for me, for a selfish reason." You chuckled.

"Remind me again in twenty minutes. Let's get going."