[Tsuzuki blinks at her, one hand going to his head just in case his hair's sticking up or something. His fingers tangle in something weirdly fluffy, and he pulls it down and eyes it.
Oh.
Yeah, okay, that's funny. He breaks into a grin himself, and heads back to the kitchen with a brisk step.]
Hey, Sheryl, want some tea? And -- uh, I think we've got some snacks around here...
[Unless he ate them all, which is very possible. Or Battler did. Hisoka wouldn't be caught dead eating the last of the snacks without adding them to the shopping list, Tsuzuki's pretty sure.
What he's not sure about is how to break the subject she came here to talk about, not when she's smiling cheerfully at him.]
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[Tsuzuki blinks at her, one hand going to his head just in case his hair's sticking up or something. His fingers tangle in something weirdly fluffy, and he pulls it down and eyes it.
Oh.
Yeah, okay, that's funny. He breaks into a grin himself, and heads back to the kitchen with a brisk step.]
Hey, Sheryl, want some tea? And -- uh, I think we've got some snacks around here...
[Unless he ate them all, which is very possible. Or Battler did. Hisoka wouldn't be caught dead eating the last of the snacks without adding them to the shopping list, Tsuzuki's pretty sure.
What he's not sure about is how to break the subject she came here to talk about, not when she's smiling cheerfully at him.]