[Funnily enough, it's the same kind of expression Mukuro had been so eager to wipe from his face during their first encounter: patient and blank and dutiful. It's not a completely accurate expression for how he's truly feeling, but... it also doesn't feel wrong, either.]
[Careful of the heat, he takes a sip of tea.]
And what would you say mine are?
[The demon has never shied away from rubbing it in his face before- his hollow life, his disconnection, his lustful feelings. Chikusa wonders if he'll say the same things this time, or if being put off guard will have him default to lies.]
no subject
[Careful of the heat, he takes a sip of tea.]
And what would you say mine are?
[The demon has never shied away from rubbing it in his face before- his hollow life, his disconnection, his lustful feelings. Chikusa wonders if he'll say the same things this time, or if being put off guard will have him default to lies.]