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[The sound of the priest answering the phone was enough to make Mukuro start, temporarily speechless for a few heartbeats. He hadn't expected an answer, but now that he had one... His voice was smug, a low purr of pleasure, his smirk in a vocal form. Honesty was still an annoying scratch at the back of the throat, but he figured the priest would appreciate it.]

I wasn't expecting you to pick up.

[He let out a soft sigh, leaning back into his couch, lowering the volume of his television set, getting comfortable.]

I was going to leave you a naughty voicemail, but now I'm at a loss.

[Enjoy it while it lasted Chikusa Kakimoto, because it wasn't going to for very long.]