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     Tsuzuki was acting fairly normal around the office after Kyoto, except for the way he kept hiding his hands. And then there was the feeling of shame Hisoka sensed, which made him seek out Tatsumi for advice.

     "Tatsumi's complaining about your chronic lateness," he told Tsuzuki the next day, opening a small box. They hadn't thought to find out where Muraki had stashed his clothes before the lab exploded. "You're making me look bad. So I got you this."

     The self-consciousness spiked, but Tsuzuki smiled gratefully as he held out his right wrist for Hisoka to fasten the new watch.

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