[Hibari, of course, ignores the whimper of pain from the prone illusionist. His broken nose distracts him enough that he stops kicking and tries not to blink so that his watering eyes won't betray his agony. He misses most of the Cloud's speech, picking up only piecemeal words that form a confusing jumble in the cotton wool of his brain that is not helped at all by the increasing temperature.
And then...they're off - speeding through the window, out into the open. The world, the island, flashes past too quickly for him to see, and barely a moment later they've stopped at what is presumably Hibari's and Gokudera's house. The journey had taken but a second.
Mukuro retched before he had time to process anything other than his own nausea. Thankfully he hadn't yet eaten, so all that came out was saliva and bile.]
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And then...they're off - speeding through the window, out into the open. The world, the island, flashes past too quickly for him to see, and barely a moment later they've stopped at what is presumably Hibari's and Gokudera's house. The journey had taken but a second.
Mukuro retched before he had time to process anything other than his own nausea. Thankfully he hadn't yet eaten, so all that came out was saliva and bile.]