[With a small chuckle, Mukuro held up his hands as if to defend himself, smile almost guileless.]
Guilty. I can only imagine what you wanted to sketch out. Do you prefer to have your subjects somewhat clothed or fully nude?
[It was asked idly, as if he was asking something as mundane as a favorite color or favorite food.
Though that second comment was enough to make Mukuro shake his head, letting his hands drop back down to his sides. Bored of just sitting on the couch, he got up to wander around the living room to inspect everything more closely, stopping in front of the paintings, letting his hands ghost against the tops of any vertical surface as he walked.]
You wouldn't want a hat from me but a trip to another country is acceptable? What a strange man you are, Chikusa Kakimoto.
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Guilty. I can only imagine what you wanted to sketch out. Do you prefer to have your subjects somewhat clothed or fully nude?
[It was asked idly, as if he was asking something as mundane as a favorite color or favorite food.
Though that second comment was enough to make Mukuro shake his head, letting his hands drop back down to his sides. Bored of just sitting on the couch, he got up to wander around the living room to inspect everything more closely, stopping in front of the paintings, letting his hands ghost against the tops of any vertical surface as he walked.]
You wouldn't want a hat from me but a trip to another country is acceptable? What a strange man you are, Chikusa Kakimoto.