[The answer sounded more dismissive than argumentative, and Mukuro let out a soft chuckle at it. He let the silence lie comfortable and undisturbed between them, sated by both the food and the company.
Still, the streets were becoming darker as the sun began to set, and with it, Mukuro was starting to get tired. It still took effort to use this body, and it seemed to always want to sleep. It was annoying.]
Would you like to see where I live?
[It was offered idly enough as Mukuro signaled for the waitress to bring over the check.]
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Still, the streets were becoming darker as the sun began to set, and with it, Mukuro was starting to get tired. It still took effort to use this body, and it seemed to always want to sleep. It was annoying.]
Would you like to see where I live?
[It was offered idly enough as Mukuro signaled for the waitress to bring over the check.]