[That answer was so shockingly simple it made Mukuro laugh, his shoulders shaking with mirth. He downed the last of his tea, leaving the sketch and the sketchbook on the table as he followed the priest into the living room.
He settled down lazily on the couch, one arm over the back of the seat, resting his cheek against it almost demurely.]
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He settled down lazily on the couch, one arm over the back of the seat, resting his cheek against it almost demurely.]
What makes you think I won't?