"No," Hisoka told Watari.

"But Hisoka! Until you've managed to get some Shikigami of your own-"

"No," Hisoka said, and wheeled around to walk out determinedly, only to bump into Tsuzuki's chest. Tsuzuki blinked down with wide, guileless violet eyes.

Tsuzuki beamed happily. "Hi, Hisoka!" He glanced back and forth between them - Watari's nervous expression, Hisoka's angry one. "Um - am I interrupting something?"

Watari pointed at Tsuzuki. "Tsuzuki! Hold him!"

Blanching, Hisoka tried to dodge around Tsuzuki, only to get caught up in curious arms.

"Okay, Watari," Tsuzuki said. "I got - OMPH."

Hisoka dodged around Tsuzuki, who crumpled slowly to the floor, clutching at his groin.

"You let him get away!" Watari said angrily.

Tsuzuki whimpered apologetically.

"NOW who am I going to try my amazing new squid-defense system out on?!" Watari sighed and looked down at Tsuzuki. "But I suppose you wouldn't like him to shoot ink out of his butt, would you?"

"Gonna kill him," Tsuzuki wheezed.

"Donate his body to science?" Watari asked hopefully.