[Warm flesh and blood fingers brush against his own as the phone is taken from him, and Chikusa feels off balance right from the start. This is real. This isn't a dream, a misty sensation punctuated by hot touches. Everything is real.]
[It has Chikusa jerk back, tense, and he hurries away with concerned glances back at the demon leaving the church. For the rest of the day, his mind isn't on his work or any upcoming events for the church. All he can think of is that brief brush of their fingers and those eyes peering at him in amusement over sunglasses. If only he was home, to go over notes he hasn't touched in ages- there's always the chance the demon was lying about that but he's sure he'd said that becoming human wasn't easy...]
[...Is that what he'd been doing all these months?]
[Small blessings that he doesn't have to perform any exorcisms. Chikusa isn't sure he could focus on one with the disarray his mind has been thrown into. No one seems to notice anything is wrong, which is... for the better. Yes. It is. He'll handle it himself, just like all the times before.]
[Chikusa tells himself that, even as evening falls and his work starts to draw to a close. Taking his phone out as he helps with evening clean up, he pauses only briefly before sending a message.]
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[It has Chikusa jerk back, tense, and he hurries away with concerned glances back at the demon leaving the church. For the rest of the day, his mind isn't on his work or any upcoming events for the church. All he can think of is that brief brush of their fingers and those eyes peering at him in amusement over sunglasses. If only he was home, to go over notes he hasn't touched in ages- there's always the chance the demon was lying about that but he's sure he'd said that becoming human wasn't easy...]
[...Is that what he'd been doing all these months?]
[Small blessings that he doesn't have to perform any exorcisms. Chikusa isn't sure he could focus on one with the disarray his mind has been thrown into. No one seems to notice anything is wrong, which is... for the better. Yes. It is. He'll handle it himself, just like all the times before.]
[Chikusa tells himself that, even as evening falls and his work starts to draw to a close. Taking his phone out as he helps with evening clean up, he pauses only briefly before sending a message.]
Where are you?