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While all of that was happened. The angel remained to be out cold. Not feeling anything as he was being moved around by the human that stumbles upon him. Other then the broken wing, he appears fine. As he was carried, Hisoka can feel that he was carrying a warm, comforting heat on his skin. It was like being wrapped in your most favorite blanket. Sitting beside a fire, drinking hot cocoa. On a cold winter night. Like all of your worries in life are wiped away. Making jingling sounds as he moves. Coming from his jewelry that moved around as he was moved around. Even with no sun. They seemed to sparkle. What shined the most was the star shaped Topaz stone that hanged around his neck.
Once the human got the angel to his student apartment. The mysterious stranger was still asleep. Now in the light. He can see that the wing was broken war in the meddle. Half of the wing was folded down and was messing a some feathers. At least his breathing was normal. Once on the bed, not starring one bit for now. Hearing the human's footsteps stepping about. The Angel's eyes open and lets out a quiet grunt. Showing his bright golden color eyes.
Staring at the ceiling he was wondering where he was. Last thing he remember was being in the sky. Doing his duty. Not knowing what cause him to fall. Nor did he know how he got here. "Uh...where am I?" he quietly mumbles. Trying to sit up, but the pain of his wing made him stop. Letting out a loud groan of pain. "All that is pure that hurts!"
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