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Exactly one pair of eyes was drilling into his back. When someone stared with that degree of intensity, it either meant they were in love with you and wanted to have your children, or they wanted to kill you. Both of those options didn't appeal to Hisoka, but since he valued his life, the first was preferred.
"May I help you?" He inquired, giving the young woman a quick once-over. She was pretty, and that was the first thing Hisoka took note of. Unfortunately, judging by the anger buried in her eyes, she likely wasn't in love with him.
Hisoka sighed. What a shame.
"Alright, what did I do?" The dark haired male casually bit off the last piece of his sweet potato dumpling from the bamboo stick it was impaled by. This was likely going to turn into a fight, and Hisoka would hate it if his food got wasted.
