The longer Kurapika waits, the more he's coming to suspect that Leorio is actually not getting back to what they were supposed to be doing here at all. The hands on his back, moving over the tight spots under his skin from where his constant tension has taken its toll, are far too professional to be leading into what Kurapika would rather they be. It's not the same as the feigned professionalism Leorio had been putting on before.
Kurapika twists around, his range of motion limited by his bound wrists, to scowl at Leorio again. "What are you doing?"
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The longer Kurapika waits, the more he's coming to suspect that Leorio is actually not getting back to what they were supposed to be doing here at all. The hands on his back, moving over the tight spots under his skin from where his constant tension has taken its toll, are far too professional to be leading into what Kurapika would rather they be. It's not the same as the feigned professionalism Leorio had been putting on before.
Kurapika twists around, his range of motion limited by his bound wrists, to scowl at Leorio again. "What are you doing?"