....You should know I've never shared my bed with anyone.
[Not even as a child. Where some children might run to their parents when frightened, or sad, or having nightmares, Chikusa had never dared to. Foster homes hadn't let him believe in that kind of reliability, and then, when he did stay somewhere for longer than a few months.... He hadn't wanted to give any reason to discard him.]
[So he's hesitant as Mukuro settles on the bed besides him and the offer of a blanket. After a moment, he accepts it, uncertainty writ all across his face as he curls up on his side facing the demon.]
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[Not even as a child. Where some children might run to their parents when frightened, or sad, or having nightmares, Chikusa had never dared to. Foster homes hadn't let him believe in that kind of reliability, and then, when he did stay somewhere for longer than a few months.... He hadn't wanted to give any reason to discard him.]
[So he's hesitant as Mukuro settles on the bed besides him and the offer of a blanket. After a moment, he accepts it, uncertainty writ all across his face as he curls up on his side facing the demon.]