[Tsuzuki wraps his arms around Hisoka's waist, staring down at the back of his head. The Gensoukai. That's why Hisoka knows him. It's not still, it's again.
Tightening the hug, he lets his own head fall against Hisoka's, breathing out on something that almost sounds like a shaky laugh.]
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[Tsuzuki wraps his arms around Hisoka's waist, staring down at the back of his head. The Gensoukai. That's why Hisoka knows him. It's not still, it's again.
Tightening the hug, he lets his own head fall against Hisoka's, breathing out on something that almost sounds like a shaky laugh.]
You remember....
[Tsuzuki really has him back.]