[Why's Hisoka saying he doesn't have a choice? Memory begins to slot into place as Tsuzuki makes another, halfhearted grab for the retreating blanket. Oh yeah, they're not in the same realm at all. He's supposed to grant prayers. Hisoka doesn't remember...
It's funny, Hisoka's almost the same even when he doesn't remember.
He tries to comb his hair out of his eyes with one hand, wincing against the bright morning light. It's got to be only eight or nine in the morning. After a party, that's just mean.
He offers his partner a shaky smile, and, with an effort, sits up. There's a bracing smell wafting from the other room.]
'S that coffee?
[His stomach lurches at the thought, but he's gotta start somewhere if Hisoka's not giving him the blanket back. He's gotta figure out how to make this work. He's supposed to be a real god, right?
And maybe after a couple cups of coffee and some aspirin he'll even feel up to breakfast.]
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[Why's Hisoka saying he doesn't have a choice? Memory begins to slot into place as Tsuzuki makes another, halfhearted grab for the retreating blanket. Oh yeah, they're not in the same realm at all. He's supposed to grant prayers. Hisoka doesn't remember...
It's funny, Hisoka's almost the same even when he doesn't remember.
He tries to comb his hair out of his eyes with one hand, wincing against the bright morning light. It's got to be only eight or nine in the morning. After a party, that's just mean.
He offers his partner a shaky smile, and, with an effort, sits up. There's a bracing smell wafting from the other room.]
'S that coffee?
[His stomach lurches at the thought, but he's gotta start somewhere if Hisoka's not giving him the blanket back. He's gotta figure out how to make this work. He's supposed to be a real god, right?
And maybe after a couple cups of coffee and some aspirin he'll even feel up to breakfast.]