[It'd be a simple matter to reply emptily- a nod of his head, or a bland return of the same- and Chikusa supposes he should. There's no more bond between them, not really, no contract or anything of the sort.]
[Yet for a moment, he stands there staring at the demon in the dimness of the apartment, rolling the words around in his mouth and tasting them on his tongue before releasing them.]
Good night, Mukuro.
[The first time he's used his name all night. It feels strange.]
[He beats a hasty retreat into the bathroom after that, stripping down to what he's comfortable with (which is still somewhat covered up). He doesn't waste much time cleaning up before heading for the bedroom. He probably doesn't want to know what's happened on this bed, and, even after he's done kneeling for his nightly prayers, Chikusa tries to keep them constant in his head as he lays there.]
[It takes a little while for him to find sleep. Unsurprisingly, with where he is, he's soon up early to rise as well. Wearing the same shirt and pants as the night before is a strange new experience, as is waking up in a place not his own. It feels surreal, almost as if he's still asleep, even as he shuffles into the living room.]
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[Yet for a moment, he stands there staring at the demon in the dimness of the apartment, rolling the words around in his mouth and tasting them on his tongue before releasing them.]
Good night, Mukuro.
[The first time he's used his name all night. It feels strange.]
[He beats a hasty retreat into the bathroom after that, stripping down to what he's comfortable with (which is still somewhat covered up). He doesn't waste much time cleaning up before heading for the bedroom. He probably doesn't want to know what's happened on this bed, and, even after he's done kneeling for his nightly prayers, Chikusa tries to keep them constant in his head as he lays there.]
[It takes a little while for him to find sleep. Unsurprisingly, with where he is, he's soon up early to rise as well. Wearing the same shirt and pants as the night before is a strange new experience, as is waking up in a place not his own. It feels surreal, almost as if he's still asleep, even as he shuffles into the living room.]