[How strange time was. Perhaps it was an effect of being trapped in a mortal vessel, but it seemed like the time it took to get them to the town dragged on for an eternity. Mukuro made sure to kept his hands and his more suggestive words to himself, allowing the priest to have the distance he seemed to so desperately need. After all, when he had chosen to turn his back on God, hadn't it taken him a extraordinary amount of time as well? Hadn't he clung to the hope that She would see the error of her ways and bring him back into Her fold?
He could understand that precipice well, and knew that God's influence was vast enough that being heavy handed now might have the opposite effect of what he wanted.
So he let the priest prepare himself for the exorcism, content enough to watch terrible TV while sprawled out on the bed of the motel, raising an eyebrow only when the priest started to prepare himself to leave. He sat up when the priest made it to the door without signaling for him, mouth pulled downwards.]
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He could understand that precipice well, and knew that God's influence was vast enough that being heavy handed now might have the opposite effect of what he wanted.
So he let the priest prepare himself for the exorcism, content enough to watch terrible TV while sprawled out on the bed of the motel, raising an eyebrow only when the priest started to prepare himself to leave. He sat up when the priest made it to the door without signaling for him, mouth pulled downwards.]
I'm not going with you?