[On one hand- goddamn was that a mistake on a physical level if nothing else. Almost immediately pain snaps through his hand, and Chikusa has to double over clutching at it. Hissing, he narrows his eyes up at the demon. Why on earth did people commit violence for fun? There's nothing but pain.]
[Yet, as he stares up at the demon, there's something satisfying about the pure shock drawn all over Mukuro's face. All that arrogant posturing, and yet even demons couldn't know everything. Good.]
[Sitting there, quivering and with a shaking pained hand, he awaits some sort of retaliation. Yet, as always, there's just that laugh again. Curling his hurt hand to his chest, Chikusa gets up to his feet. It feels better, like they're on even ground although he knows the opposite is true.]
I have no interest in it. All I plan on doing is taking a shower.
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[Yet, as he stares up at the demon, there's something satisfying about the pure shock drawn all over Mukuro's face. All that arrogant posturing, and yet even demons couldn't know everything. Good.]
[Sitting there, quivering and with a shaking pained hand, he awaits some sort of retaliation. Yet, as always, there's just that laugh again. Curling his hurt hand to his chest, Chikusa gets up to his feet. It feels better, like they're on even ground although he knows the opposite is true.]
I have no interest in it. All I plan on doing is taking a shower.