[Irritation pricked along Mukuro's skin at the sight of the priest wiping his saliva away as if it was something disgusting and unwanted, as if he hadn't been so eager beneath him just days ago.

He sighed, gently pushing the priest away from him as he stepped away from the wall, tipping his chin up to look at him fully, mouth down turned.]

It'd be a kindness to us both, but since when has a demon ever been known for kindness?

[He flicked his hair out of his face in annoyance, turning away from him.]

For now, I'll leave you be. Enjoy your life, Chikusa Kakimoto. It was fun while it lasted.

[He exited the dream there, annoyance crackled through every fiber of him. He could, he supposed, continue the dreams but it felt like getting nowhere. Perhaps he should show more initiative? To give the priest a more tangible reason to believe him?

It took a few months to find a suitable host, then to become used to being in a human body without tearing it apart, and longer to get used to being in a human body in general. There were bodily functions, the weather to contend with, and the need to sleep. It felt like Mukuro was always sleeping.

Once he was sure he was able to use the body to his leisure, he made his way to Chikusa Kakimoto's church. Since the priest hadn't told anyone about him, it was an easy enough thing to wear sunglasses during the day to hide his eyes. The months he had followed the priest had guaranteed he knew his routine, and he made sure to be stationed in a pew right where he could be seen.

Upon seeing the priest, he definitely wasn't going to give a cheeky wave and a smirk. Definitely not.]