[Of all the things that Mukuro had been expecting, a punch was not one of them. Objectively, he knew it was a victory in more ways than one. The young priest had probably never been so violent in his life, and to break that damnable restraint of his had been his goal from the beginning. While it wasn't the sort of reaction he had wanted, it was still a good sign, a symptom that his words and his mouth and his hands were taking root.
Subjectively, it hurt his pride more than his face, and for a few moments he could only look down at the priest, stunned into silence for once, eyes wide, lips slightly parted in shock. He would be lying if there wasn't a dark urge to retaliate, to return violence for violence ( and oh, did Mukuro know violence ). Or, perhaps to take his payment out of Chikusa Kakimoto's flesh, to cause him to bleed as he did now, a slight dribble out of his nose.
Instead, he found himself laughing, wiping the blood away with the back of his hand.]
Chikusa Kakimoto. You never fail to surprise me.
[If what the young priest wanted was for Mukuro to retreat, he would do so for now, taking a few steps backwards, still wiping at his nose in amusement.]
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Subjectively, it hurt his pride more than his face, and for a few moments he could only look down at the priest, stunned into silence for once, eyes wide, lips slightly parted in shock. He would be lying if there wasn't a dark urge to retaliate, to return violence for violence ( and oh, did Mukuro know violence ). Or, perhaps to take his payment out of Chikusa Kakimoto's flesh, to cause him to bleed as he did now, a slight dribble out of his nose.
Instead, he found himself laughing, wiping the blood away with the back of his hand.]
Chikusa Kakimoto. You never fail to surprise me.
[If what the young priest wanted was for Mukuro to retreat, he would do so for now, taking a few steps backwards, still wiping at his nose in amusement.]
Should I repay you in kind?