[For not the first time, he bristles quietly at that mocking laugh. Straightening up, Chikusa tugs at his shirt over the slight bulge pressing through his pants as his face refuses to lose its red hue.]
[This was a mistake, he knew this was a mistake, had seen the train coming down the tracks clear as day, yet still he's in this situation. What was he thinking? What is he still thinking?]
[On hand still partially covering his face, his gaze flicks up over the rims of his glasses to land on Mukuro. When he calls for him again....]
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[This was a mistake, he knew this was a mistake, had seen the train coming down the tracks clear as day, yet still he's in this situation. What was he thinking? What is he still thinking?]
[On hand still partially covering his face, his gaze flicks up over the rims of his glasses to land on Mukuro. When he calls for him again....]
And.... what is that supposed to mean?