Mukuro shrugged on a shirt and jacket before picking up his suitcase. He was finger combing his still damp hair when he caught sight of the priest in a cute hat, eyes widening slightly in surprise. He let out a little laugh despite himself, something warm thudding in his chest as he sauntered forward. Gently, he took one of the flap strings and twined it along his finger, flicking an amused glance up to the priest's face.]
To what do I owe the pleasure?
[Because clearly this was for him. No other explanation was possible.]
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Mukuro shrugged on a shirt and jacket before picking up his suitcase. He was finger combing his still damp hair when he caught sight of the priest in a cute hat, eyes widening slightly in surprise. He let out a little laugh despite himself, something warm thudding in his chest as he sauntered forward. Gently, he took one of the flap strings and twined it along his finger, flicking an amused glance up to the priest's face.]
To what do I owe the pleasure?
[Because clearly this was for him. No other explanation was possible.]