[Perhaps the comparison, too apt to that of a skittish animal, is well founded. Mukuro stands, and Chikusa's gaze is tentative as it flicks up to him from beneath his bangs. Maybe there's even a desire to hear something that will convince him, that will set in stone that he can truly get what he's never been able to have before.]
[In the end, of course, it's the same thing as always, and his expression turns cold again as he shifts until his back is to the demon.]
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[In the end, of course, it's the same thing as always, and his expression turns cold again as he shifts until his back is to the demon.]
That, again?