[In the long indulgent time Mukuro has spent using up his shower, dream or not, Chikusa has been preoccupied with his own concerns.]
[After all... He's been well aware of what he'd likely do when this meeting would come. It's why he's been practicing such things on himself. By now, he's become quite accustomed to it. Yet it's one thing to do so on his own- he already judges himself enough as it is with his upbringing.]
[Another set of eyes being there on him while he does it, however.... Of course he's never done that. So it's with anxiety churning in his stomach that he sits on the edge of his bed, lost deep in thought until the click of the door draws him out of it.]
In theory, yes, but....
[He adjusts his glasses to hide the pink on his struggling-to-be-stoic face.]
no subject
[After all... He's been well aware of what he'd likely do when this meeting would come. It's why he's been practicing such things on himself. By now, he's become quite accustomed to it. Yet it's one thing to do so on his own- he already judges himself enough as it is with his upbringing.]
[Another set of eyes being there on him while he does it, however.... Of course he's never done that. So it's with anxiety churning in his stomach that he sits on the edge of his bed, lost deep in thought until the click of the door draws him out of it.]
In theory, yes, but....
[He adjusts his glasses to hide the pink on his struggling-to-be-stoic face.]
It seems too embarrassing to actually do.