[The paradox between the pleasant touches and the cold queasiness that comes with Knowing Things Like That makes Tsuzuki hold on tighter. He closes his eyes, his face resting against Hisoka's neck. It's making him nervous that they began to talk about sleeping together so soon. For all he knows, it might be the city playing a prank on them again.] No, I can find something. Just let me get up.
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