[What is it about this moment that has a warmth curl in his chest... Chikusa wants to make an excuse for it, like the ephemeral nature of the morning or the strange transition of liminal spaces or- anything. Something. But he's become quite knowledgeable in what it looks like to lie to himself, and he knows the real reason as Mukuro sleepily rubs his eyes with all the vulnerability of a child.]
[Opening his door, Chikusa steps out with him and just nods.]
I'll be waiting out here then.
[And he will, too, after all is said and done with the gas. There's a garlic knot in his fingers, half eaten, and he's a bit lost in thought.]
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[Opening his door, Chikusa steps out with him and just nods.]
I'll be waiting out here then.
[And he will, too, after all is said and done with the gas. There's a garlic knot in his fingers, half eaten, and he's a bit lost in thought.]