[His smirk only widened, pleased that he was having such a visible effect on the priest. He stood smoothly, keeping a polite distance between them, though for whose sake it was hard to tell. In dreams, everything was a bit muted, blurred, faint. It was real but it wasn't. Some people could get lost in those and mistake them for reality. Chikusa Kakimoto was not so weak and feeble, fortunately or unfortunately.
Mukuro knew intimately the effect he had on the priest in dreams, but he had to wonder if the effect would be magnified in real life or if it would lose it's luster. He canted his head to the side, smile turning almost vaguely pleasant.]
Why else would I be here, my favorite priest?
[He leaned forward slightly, still not enough to be seen as forward but enough to close the distance between them slightly. He wanted to touch the priest, a draw as strong as it had ever been, more difficult to resist now that he couldn't taste his dark secrets on his tongue or hear his heartbeat quickening or feel his body heat. Being human was terrible and inconvenient.]
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Mukuro knew intimately the effect he had on the priest in dreams, but he had to wonder if the effect would be magnified in real life or if it would lose it's luster. He canted his head to the side, smile turning almost vaguely pleasant.]
Why else would I be here, my favorite priest?
[He leaned forward slightly, still not enough to be seen as forward but enough to close the distance between them slightly. He wanted to touch the priest, a draw as strong as it had ever been, more difficult to resist now that he couldn't taste his dark secrets on his tongue or hear his heartbeat quickening or feel his body heat. Being human was terrible and inconvenient.]
For you, of course.