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Pairing: Tsuzuki+Hisoka
Rating: PG
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donut!drabble.
yes. donut.
There are times Hisoka won't talk to Tsuzuki for hours on end. This always makes his twitchy and anxious, and he always regrets taking the last donut or not doing his paperwork or whatever made Hisoka condemn the office in forced silence.
But this wasn't one of those times.
Hisoka didn't look mad, or anxious, or remotely hungry or overworked. He was just being quiet, and it wasn't until Tsuzuki dared to peek over the budget cut list that he realized that this wasn't a normal mute Hisoka.
Tsuzuki spoke and felt the silence shatter around them, falling in invisible strings and making him uncomfortable. "Don't cry. Hisoka, don't cry." Desperation was filtering into his voice. He cleared his throat.
Hisoka wouldn't meet his eyes, or even look up from his paper. Tears were falling onto documents, spreading the ink, dripping onto the tatooed flesh of his wrist. Vibrant red, shining.
Hisoka started to sob.
Tsuzuki wasn't good at dealing with silence, but he was warm and molded against Hisoka's body just right.
The both fell asleep in the uncomfortable office chair.