[It can be true and rude! They're not mutually exclusive you know!
It's adorable that the priest wished him well on his way home, and Mukuro hadn't done more than nod at it before leaving, warmed by it as well as the knowledge that the priest would getting in contact with him soon enough.
As soon as he got home, he made sure to find a proper frame for the sketch and set it up in his kitchen, above where he usually kept his tea kettle and his various assorted teas. It clashed slightly with his decor, but wasn't that the whole point? To have a few personalized touches in his apartment than the sterile things he had picked out of a catalog.
His business took him to France ( where he payed a visit to one high maintenance woman who had laughed herself sick when she saw him in his new form, but would help him with his enterprises for a cut of them and his mouthy little apprentice ), and it went over without a hitch. He found himself impatient to return to the priest, even though there wasn't a call or text from him the whole time he was there.
There was nothing either, for the first few days he had returned to his apartment, and he had been ready to hunt down his contacts who had been keeping an eye on the priest when his phone finally buzzed.
The text was innocuous, but it made Mukuro smirk triumphantly all the same, letting it sit there unanswered for an hour or so before finally responding:]
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It's adorable that the priest wished him well on his way home, and Mukuro hadn't done more than nod at it before leaving, warmed by it as well as the knowledge that the priest would getting in contact with him soon enough.
As soon as he got home, he made sure to find a proper frame for the sketch and set it up in his kitchen, above where he usually kept his tea kettle and his various assorted teas. It clashed slightly with his decor, but wasn't that the whole point? To have a few personalized touches in his apartment than the sterile things he had picked out of a catalog.
His business took him to France ( where he payed a visit to one high maintenance woman who had laughed herself sick when she saw him in his new form, but would help him with his enterprises for a cut of them and his mouthy little apprentice ), and it went over without a hitch. He found himself impatient to return to the priest, even though there wasn't a call or text from him the whole time he was there.
There was nothing either, for the first few days he had returned to his apartment, and he had been ready to hunt down his contacts who had been keeping an eye on the priest when his phone finally buzzed.
The text was innocuous, but it made Mukuro smirk triumphantly all the same, letting it sit there unanswered for an hour or so before finally responding:]
This Saturday. Should we make a day out of it?