"Tsuzuki!"

     A finger touched Hisoka's lips. "He's coming," he whispered.

     Right. Silence. Even if Tsuzuki was close. Too close. Their target had entered the bedroom, but they were observing - they shouldn't make contact yet.

     Contact... Hips pressed back against his absently in the small space. Please don't move, Tsuzuki... Hisoka bit his lip. This wasn't the time to think of - oh, don't shift like that. It felt...

     When the man had gone, Hisoka pushed the door open, glaring at Tsuzuki. "Why hide in the closet when we can go invisible, baka?"

     Tsuzuki looked innocent, but felt something else. "I... forgot?"