[Well then. Chikusa isn't sure what he was expecting after hearing about the location Mukuro had chosen for his human dwelling. Yet he supposes he can't be surprised that it's leaps and bounds better than his simple and cheaply affordable little place. It's... chic. That's the word, he thinks, feeling more than a little awkward as he steps inside.]
[It's... been a long time since he's visited anyone's home. For anything other than business, anyway. As a priest, sometimes he's called upon for family troubles or to do last rites on the dying, but that's always in a purely professional sense. Being here for... a casual visit is new. Awkwardly he goes to settle down on the couch, definitely not adventurous enough to visit the bedroom.]
[...Besides, he can just imagine what the demon might say about that.]
Yes.
[His awkwardness carries into his voice, because he's even more unsure of what to say. Are you supposed to tell a demon that his apartment is nice? Chikusa suspects not. How did you even get a place like this anyway? He's not sure if he wants to know.]
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[It's... been a long time since he's visited anyone's home. For anything other than business, anyway. As a priest, sometimes he's called upon for family troubles or to do last rites on the dying, but that's always in a purely professional sense. Being here for... a casual visit is new. Awkwardly he goes to settle down on the couch, definitely not adventurous enough to visit the bedroom.]
[...Besides, he can just imagine what the demon might say about that.]
Yes.
[His awkwardness carries into his voice, because he's even more unsure of what to say. Are you supposed to tell a demon that his apartment is nice? Chikusa suspects not. How did you even get a place like this anyway? He's not sure if he wants to know.]