[And here Mukuro had been hoping that small sign of vulnerability would keep into the morning. Just another reason to curse his low tolerance for alcohol. He let out a soft sigh at the coldness of the priest's tone, wrapping the blanket tighter around himself as if it would fend off the chill.]
So then do you know what you want to do now then, Chikusa Kakimoto?
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So then do you know what you want to do now then, Chikusa Kakimoto?