So! My gf’s aunt got me this AMAZING Hisoka mug for Christmas!!! I was totally not expecting it, but apparently my gf advised her to get it for me. (She and I both love rabiscos’s blog and her Hisoka comics so I was shocked and beyond happy to receive this!) It looks absolutely beautiful, Hisoka, text and all! It turned out great! Im making tea to put in it right at this very moment….
A fist flies towards
his face and he tries very hard to protect his gorgeous visage from the attack.
His arm goes up just a few seconds too late, and he can feel the knuckles hit
his cheek. Each individual corner of the fist tenderizing the facial flesh and
undoubtedly leaving some blemishes.
A few more blows grace the body and face of Haechul, and he collapses
to the ground.
“Didn’t I tell you to just give us the money? It would have
been far more painless this way.” The leader of the muggers insists that they wouldn’t have tried to jump him if he
had given the money he earned that day, but Haechul doesn’t quite believe that.
As he lay there against the wall of an alleyway in the
Southern District of Sunseong he remembers that these guys tried this last
week. He had just managed to disappear a bit quicker that time. The taunting
probably didn’t help his case, as the crew of muggers got the drop on him
“Do you muggers need a new coffee cup? Is that why- Is that
why you’d take a simple funnyman’s money?”
His immediate defense mechanism of making jokes doesn’t
serve him well in this case, as his assailants’ feet rise above him. Haechul
finds himself being curbstomped.
“Maybe when we’re done with you we should just put you in
the dumpster where you belong, you piece of trash.” The man continues stomping
furiously and Haechul does his absolute best to shield himself.
Why can’t this shit
day just be over.
He sees something move quickly out of the corner of his eyes
before things start fading.