[Wow so rude, that Chikusa Kakimoto, but not entirely unexpected. Though it was tempting for Mukuro to reach over to brush his hair out of his face, to get the full extent of the priest's conflicted expression, he kept his hands wisely to himself. He had already pushed too far today-
Or so he believed until the priest spoke again, sounding hopeful despite all else. Mukuro's lips curved upwards, and he vacated his spot on the couch.]
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Or so he believed until the priest spoke again, sounding hopeful despite all else. Mukuro's lips curved upwards, and he vacated his spot on the couch.]
Of course. You're mine, haven't I said so before?