[As Chikusa Kakimoto made himself comfortable in the recreation of his kitchen ( which would contain everything his actual pantry would contain, with only a small box of tea Mukuro preferred added ), Mukuro settled himself on the couch. He draped an arm lazily over the back of it, watching the priest as he bustled about, smirking slightly.]
What a dutiful son you make. Most would call it neglect to be left alone by one's maker, to struggle and suffer alone.
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What a dutiful son you make. Most would call it neglect to be left alone by one's maker, to struggle and suffer alone.