[That answer seemed wholly honest, and Mukuro raised an eyebrow as he turned his gaze back to the priest, slightly incredulous, before shaking his head in amusement. He was the last person who could judge someone on making art out of bones, since his name was something like Bones McSkullDeath or whatever it translated to.]

What made you decide on bones?

[He could see exactly why Chikusa Kakimoto was so lonely and alone. He was strange, even to a demon, but it was that same uniqueness that had drawn Mukuro to him.

Admiring the painting for a few more moments, Mukuro stuck it back into the folder, sure he would have more time to appreciate it later. Perhaps he would just carry it around with him. He liked the weight of it, a tangible link to his priest.]

There are a few cafes near here, or if you're more interested in substantial fare, there's a German restaurant nearby.