[Patience, my dear Mukuro, You'll give in to the soup. Hibari seemingly ignores the illusionist in favour of his book, only flicking his eyes up and over the edge to check on the other occasionally. The soup is starting to finally cool down, the tantalizing scent starting to fade away, until he touches a hand to the side of the bowl and sends a concentrated burst of heat into it, reviving the smell.
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It's not going to go away that easily~]