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[slavic_sinner]

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[deademerald]

It wasn't as easy for Hisoka to pull away from it all. Though he was awake enough to see fuzzy little shapes and colors, he was still far too close to dead to start fathoming the concept of "hotel" for all it really meant.

He offered a small, weak smile, and reached out a hand for him to chew upon while the rest of his body recovered.

[slavic_sinner]

Mello reeled back wide-eyed from the weakly extended hand as though Hisoka had tried to strike him, breathing quickly and shallowly, panicking.

He felt sick.

[deademerald]

Hisoka groaned and struggled to blink himself awake the rest of the way.

"Mnh? you're not hungry?"

[slavic_sinner]

The words brought bile to his throat. Without being able to even look at Hisoka again, Mello staggered to his feet and lurched toward the bathroom, dropping to his knees in front of the toilet barely in time. All Hisoka would get in response would be the not entirely muffled sounds of him retching violently.