[There was an easy barb that Mukuro could make about the priest's 'sensibility' but considering Chikusa Kakimoto was still spending time with him, and even taking him home, Mukuro could behave. But that didn't stop him from grinning over at the priest, mouth quirked up knowingly.

He made sure to settle his painting delicately across his lap as he buckled in, shrugging carelessly.]

In this form, I have limited modes of transportation. Besides, it can be rather illuminating about humanity to people watch.

[Also he couldn't drive to save his life but ssh ssh.]