After a quarter of the eggroll-thing had been consumed Hisoka began to feel tired again. Had he possessed any less braincells he would have possibly wondered if eating had anything to do with the sudden fatigue, as if chewing was such a great task...

The boy quietly lowered the quasi-eggroll to the tray and reached for his glass of juice, ignoring Tsuzuki's borderline psychosis with his food. If his partner wanted to practically worship his food before he ingested it, so be it.