[Allowing his overactive and varied thoughts slow to a crawl in the form of 'sleep' was, now that he was getting used to it, an interesting experience. He had never thought of himself as tired, exactly, but flaming the fires of hell, dragging mortals into temptation, and fighting for territory with other demons was no easy task. Even someone fueled by rage needed a break, and these short hours of resting were pleasant enough indeed.
Especially when he was woken up by Chikusa Kakimoto touching his face, willingly, without Mukuro have to do anything. He let his eyes open slow, squinting against the light, willing his mind to kickstart back to full capacity instead of the slow sluggishness he had allowed it.]
Priest.
[It was a greeting, and almost a question. Chikusa Kakimoto's expression was an odd one, and it seemed like the exorcism had gone well if he was still sitting before him. Whatever turmoil he had subjecting himself to had finally reached its zenith and in its wake, the priest had made his decision.
Half out of laziness and half as some symbolic gesture of trust, Mukuro lifted the covers slightly, inviting the priest in.]
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Especially when he was woken up by Chikusa Kakimoto touching his face, willingly, without Mukuro have to do anything. He let his eyes open slow, squinting against the light, willing his mind to kickstart back to full capacity instead of the slow sluggishness he had allowed it.]
Priest.
[It was a greeting, and almost a question. Chikusa Kakimoto's expression was an odd one, and it seemed like the exorcism had gone well if he was still sitting before him. Whatever turmoil he had subjecting himself to had finally reached its zenith and in its wake, the priest had made his decision.
Half out of laziness and half as some symbolic gesture of trust, Mukuro lifted the covers slightly, inviting the priest in.]