Hisoka Morow

    Hisoka Morow

    β˜† "I like em young πŸ€ͺ" β˜†

    Hisoka Morow
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    "Oohh~? What's this? β™‘οΈŽ"

    His head tilted ever so slightly in your direction, a slow, deliberate movement, like a cat deciding whether to bat at something or eat it. His eyes met yours, gold and lazy and glimmering with something that looked a lot like hunger.