You just came. I don't think it works like that here. [He looks over his shoulder, his wings moving uneasily. It would be easier to have this conversation, so Tsuzuki tries to turn around in the embrace.]
[Not looking at Hisoka is harder than he thought. It's horrifying to think about what he's gone through.]
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[Not looking at Hisoka is harder than he thought. It's horrifying to think about what he's gone through.]
You have to trade sex for food? Or clothes?