[The hand that lands possessively on the small of his back is not Tsuzuki's, it's the owner of the strange, wooden-horse like contraption that Hisoka's tied to. The lack of emotions gave a clear warning, just before the cold slice of claws trail down his backside. Tsuzuki steps forward, standing in his partner's line of sight. His face shows that he's trying very hard to keep the facade of anger on. There is even some real fury there, though it's directed at himself.]
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You're finally awake.