Two days later:

"Ooh! I just LOVE the sweets!"

Tsuzuki was cuddling a cupcake at his desk, smiling like an idiot. Hisoka was calm and sane at his desk, stacking papers neatly.

"'Soka, do you want some?"

"No. I want you to go back to work. For once."

The young shinigami threw a glare in the elder's direction, which made him cower like the little half-puppy he thought he was.

"'Soka… Hidoi!"

"Yeah…tell it to someone who cares!"

Tsuzuki creied and cried. Then, something was placed on his head. A hand. He looked up to see Hisoka looking at him. He wasn't glaring, he was in fact almost smiling.

"Can we please get some work done? Tatsumi'll have our heads if we don't."

Tsuzuki hadn't seen Hisoka so calm for over three weeks, and he smiled.

"Okay!"

Hisoka nodded and returned to his desk, as Tsuzuki went to his. Ten minutes later, Tsuzuki started talking.

"Hey, Hisoka, will you take me out for lunch? I'm broke right now."

"You're always broke."

"I know. So, will you?"

"If you get enough work done, maybe."

Tsuzuki was silent, and Hisoka could sense some guilt. The empathy sighed and turned his head.

"What did you…"

His eyes just about jumped out of his head. All over Tsuzuki's desk were little origami figures of deserts. And what were they folded out of? None other but the paperwork he was supposed to be filling out. Tsuzuki laughed and Hisoka hit his head.

"Idiot!