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“Oooh, so shiny! Hisoka, look at this.”
The boy sighed with exasperation. “We’re here to find the missing soul, not hoard stuff that doesn’t belong to us.”
Tsuzuki grumbled, returning to the chest. He reached in, plucking a shining gold coin from the loot. “But it’s so… expensive.”
“Too old,” Hisoka pointed out. “Wouldn’t stand up in today’s society. Might look okay as an accessory, though.” He shoved his hands in his jeans’ pockets.
Tsuzuki dropped the sparkling Spanish coin, sighing. “I guess you’re right.” He rose. “Well, let’s crack on. This Barbossa fellow can’t be that hard to track.”