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"Stop messing with me."
Chrollo arched his eyebrow at me after I broke the silence. We're currently riding a van right now but I made sure to envelop the whole vehicle with my Nen. Nothing, it's just for protection really, and to help us conceal our presences.
"What?"
I grunted at my seat, cracking my knuckles. Shalnark took the stirring wheel so I don't have any rejections. Chrollo on the other hand kept on playing dumb tricks with me while reading his usual book.
"That's the exact look you're wearing when we first met."
Rolling my eyes, I looked outside to entertain myself with the view. Chrollo's wearing a tuxedo and a bandanna, hiding the tattoo on his forehead and his hair he used is not the brush-up one. The normal hairstyle and to be honest, it looks better on him. The exact look he was wearing on the day we met. I like him on that look.
The new auction hall is pretty far from the headquarters so we don't have any choice but to strike earlier this time so we can have a pretty good position inside the venue. The whole troupe is talking about their plans and how excited they are for the coming mission but they all grew silent when Chrollo let out a heartily laugh.
Still music to my ears...just joking.
"First of all, I'm not messing with you, Y/N." He calmed himself first before continuing. "Second, how can't you forgot my look on that day?"
"You're literally messing with me."
He flashed a cheeky smile at me. "Me? No! No, I'm not."
"Stop playing dumb."
He closed his book, putting all of his attention on me. No one still dared to talk, watching this little show Chrollo and I was in.
"I'm just happy you still remember those petty details—
