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“Keys!” Kurapika demanded, “Keys!”
Leorio, too panicked to respond in any other way, handed the small boy his keys. Shaking, Kurapika can’t get them into the ignition. He swore when the car didn’t start right away and tried again.
“You have to-” Leorio said, he reached across the turned the car on. In record time Kurapika pealed out and was racing down the road marked Rt. 336. Once the situation sunk into the thick silence surrounding them, Leorio started to yell.
“Just what the hell was that?” His mouth going a mile a minute. “Who the hell are you?”
Summary: a small blonde delinquent hitchhiker with a taste for Cherry Pepsi and sour gummi worms cant stop fucking up and crashes unannounced into Leorio’s life. Warnings: referenced child abuse, sexual abuse/molestation (mentioned but not dwelled on), Hisoka
