[There was really nothing left to do but wait. Mukuro followed the priest along throughout the days, searching his face for any expression of his thoughts, but he was oddly unreadable. No detectable sin or dark emotions that he could use to help further his cause. It was as distressing as it was interesting. It was hard to believe this was the same priest who had pleasured himself so shamelessly in front of him or who had moaned his name with true heat.
Mukuro considered playing coy and waiting a few days in order to postpone the next conversation, but as if truly summoned, he found himself sitting in near the windowsill, thumbing through the priest's sketchbooks.]
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Mukuro considered playing coy and waiting a few days in order to postpone the next conversation, but as if truly summoned, he found himself sitting in near the windowsill, thumbing through the priest's sketchbooks.]
What should I request for this last time, priest?