If Mukuro was aware of Chikusa Kakimoto's thoughts, he didn't show it, pushing the blankets off of him sluggishly. He wouldn't argue with the priest's astute observation, sitting on the couch for a few moments as he centered himself back in the mortal vessel he was inhabiting. He hoped with time it would get easier, and it had been, but for now waking up was still an immense chore.]
Tea helps.
[Which might be the shortest sentence he had ever uttered, and instead of it being coy or a command, it sounded like a suggestion.]
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If Mukuro was aware of Chikusa Kakimoto's thoughts, he didn't show it, pushing the blankets off of him sluggishly. He wouldn't argue with the priest's astute observation, sitting on the couch for a few moments as he centered himself back in the mortal vessel he was inhabiting. He hoped with time it would get easier, and it had been, but for now waking up was still an immense chore.]
Tea helps.
[Which might be the shortest sentence he had ever uttered, and instead of it being coy or a command, it sounded like a suggestion.]