[He pauses long enough to look mildly surprised, and then a grin slowly creeps in on his mouth.] You've made your decision then. [It's not a question. But aside from that, Hisoka miraculously doesn't give Shirasu any shit for the choice.]
You can make your own little village. [The farthest he can reach is the bottom of Shirasu's neck just between the collar, and he lets his lips brush there.] Then you'll be stuck with me paying visits when I'm bored. [Kind of like here.
His fingers dip into the wide edge of material by Shirasu's ribs, and he rubs the backs of his nails along the net and the skin, testing.]
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You can make your own little village. [The farthest he can reach is the bottom of Shirasu's neck just between the collar, and he lets his lips brush there.] Then you'll be stuck with me paying visits when I'm bored. [Kind of like here.
His fingers dip into the wide edge of material by Shirasu's ribs, and he rubs the backs of his nails along the net and the skin, testing.]