The way that the tension drained out of Chikusa out of such a small gesture was admirable, in a way. Normally, Mukuro made sure to cultivate the sort of aura that would make others shy away from him, to fear him, and to want little to do with him. He had often scoffed at the notion of soulmates or people being made for each other, but he had to wonder that even a being such as himself had people who cared for him and who drew comfort from him, perhaps it was true. That no one in this world could be truly alone.

He let out a small noise of surprise as Chikusa dragged him down into the water, which was only waist high at best. Since he had control over this world, the water was only crisp and refreshing instead of freezing like it should be.

"Did you need to be clean this much?" He asked teasingly, splashing a bit of the water towards Chikusa.