"Maybe we should stop reminiscing." Illumi suggested.
Hisoka chuckled, "Why? Getting a bit hot, dear?"
"Possibly, just a bit." Illumi laughed as well.
"I'm afraid the next memory is heated too, but I suppose in a different sense."
"What ever could that mean?"
They stopped walking at that moment. Illumi's eyes transfixed on a piece of seaweed that just washed up and Hisoka's eyes on Illumi. He then looked up into the sky, not wanting the conversation to take this turn but, what good is the good without the bad?
"Our first argument, if you can call it that."