Green, clear and cold, the green of well made glass. A shade of green that is untouchable for fear of breaking it, or for fear of getting cut. Hisoka green.
Tsuzuki’s mouth quavered as he looked at the green orb lying on the ground, and that tongue, oh that Tongue, licking, positively drooling over the Hisoka green orb.
Tsuzuki wanted
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