[That noise wasn't satisfying in the least, even if it was a bit endearing. Mukuro nudged underneath the priest's chin with his nose, tempted to bite at the sensitive skin there, but his word was his word. For now.]
Breakfast.
[His voice was still sleep clogged, but now that he was awakening, his body was demanding certain functions be addressed.
Yawning, he rolled away slightly, putting his feet on the floor. Swearing slightly at the chill of it, he wrapped the blanket around him like a cape again, seemingly unaware or uncaring he was leaving the priest without it as he shuffled slowly back to the kitchen. Tea he could make, and that might do something about his chill and the priest's grogginess.]
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Breakfast.
[His voice was still sleep clogged, but now that he was awakening, his body was demanding certain functions be addressed.
Yawning, he rolled away slightly, putting his feet on the floor. Swearing slightly at the chill of it, he wrapped the blanket around him like a cape again, seemingly unaware or uncaring he was leaving the priest without it as he shuffled slowly back to the kitchen. Tea he could make, and that might do something about his chill and the priest's grogginess.]