⠀⠀ ⠀ ❘❚ he really did it, wow! a wave of euphoria rushed through him, an indescribable burst of energy sparking in his chest. a loud, nervous laugh escaped him before he could stop it. feitan was—
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tension released shoulders ever so slightly, thin lips daring to curl into a little grin.
⠀⠀“ calling me liar now .ᐣ I'm hurt. ”
there was no need to look at Phinks to know a pair of eyes was glued to his face, observing his every movement.
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silence as a response was never a good sign. “i fucked up.” he swallowed. “was that weird? shit.” since when couldn’t they touch each other? it wasn’t a big deal, was it?
begging himself not to say anything stupid now. instinct made him ignore logic completely and steal a quick kiss from the number 02.
⠀⠀ ⠀ ──let me guess, super gross.
⠀⠀ ⠀ ❘❚ his shoulders said “fair enough,” but had he really mentioned something the zoldyck couldn’t control? talking to feitan was like picking crumbs for information.
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⠀⠀“ 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 .ᐣ ”
echoing Phinks' words, but tone seems almost offended.
⠀⠀“ it's like taking care of a disturbed, overgrown child that doesn't know how to control his instincts. what is there to enjoy, migraines he gives me .ᐣ ”
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he really couldn’t look away. then the smoke slipped out and he whispered, “cute.” phinks was trying to convince himself that feitan was flirting with him without freaking out—
⠀⠀ ⠀ ── what did you say?
⠀⠀ ⠀ ❘❚ pulling his leg was the best thing ever.
⠀⠀ ⠀ ── you love my cologne, when you lie like that it makes me doubt everything else, you know.
⠀⠀ ⠀ ❘❚ the mention of hisoka earned phinks his best expression of agreement, even though his memory didn’t have a single trace of that moment. typical.
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a lazy shrug, tone mocking.
⠀⠀“ the way that ugly clown described each nen personality. enhancers ... determined, honest and simple. he was right for once. ”
not that Hisoka's was a shocking revelation ; he's been surrounded by enhancers all his life.
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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ── hi ... i’m phinks. nice to meet you.
⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ❘❚ he attempted something close to a bow and was perfectly comfortable with that much, but he stumbled a little when she called him handsome.
@firstfistfightt
“Evening sir, I’m Oiran Koinatsu. It’s an honor that you requested me.”
She greets with care, offering the criminal with a gentle smile. A calculated hand going to place itself on her face.
“You’re surely a handsome one, so please, what is it that I can do?”