[ neat as the kill had been, there's still a smear of blood on the wall. hisoka holds the man up with one hand to keep it from being spread any further, using his other hand to pull out his phone to make a call. he's quick about it—"yes, that room. ♦ thank you"—before he hefts the body a little higher and begins to drag it out. on his way, he flashes a smile at chrollo. ]
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Would you like to accompany me? ♣