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Kurapika Alternate Ending

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“Thank you,” Kurapika whispered, and Leorio could almost see the invisible weight he’d been carrying around his neck lift, somewhat. “Seriously, Leorio. Thank you so much. But I’m still paying for you this. I can’t not, in good conscience.” Leorio waved him off. “Do me a favor, yea?” Kurapika blinked. “Y-yes?” “Eat your salmon, okay? It’s not good to waste food.” Kurapika glanced, startled, down at his plate, where a perfectly grilled piece of salmon rested on a bed of rice pilaf, steamed veggies nestled beside it. He honestly couldn’t remember when was the last time he’d eaten; these days, he rarely felt very hungry. “And you think I sound like a mom,” Kurapika grumbled, but he picked up his fork and began to eat anyway; the fish was lukewarm now, but it was so good, and Kurapika surprised himself by wolfing the whole thing down. Leorio had to resist the urge to glance over his shoulder every five minutes, Kurapika’s presence like an itch he couldn’t quite reach, too unfamiliar for him to ignore. …show more content…

No doubt he’d get used to it, but as they stepped out of the buzzing restaurant and back onto the wharf, plank boards creaking underfoot, a full moon hanging high overhead and the sound of the sea all around, Leorio couldn’t help feeling strangely nervous ― nervous, and hyper-aware of the fact that Kurapika was strolling just a few steps behind and to the side of

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