[It's a mystery, isn't it? Chikusa himself couldn't explain it if he were asked upfront. That's his problem, of course. So much time spent muffling emotions, making only a tiny percentage of it show at any given time unless he was pressed straight up against the wall, he never actually explored them. Never found the words for them.]
[So he can't really explain what it is that lights up in his chest when he expects the bag on the way back only to find that a small pack of mint gum has been slipped inside free of charge.]
[...Who knows what this means. Let alone him.]
[It's tucked away discretely in his coat pocket when he returns, heading in a straight line right to the couch.]
No, Mukuro-sama.
[It's not a lie. Chikusa at least has enough presence of mind to recognize mundane conversations. Nothing of note, really happened. So he can give such an answer in his usual manner, holding out the bag to Mukuro.]
no subject
[So he can't really explain what it is that lights up in his chest when he expects the bag on the way back only to find that a small pack of mint gum has been slipped inside free of charge.]
[...Who knows what this means. Let alone him.]
[It's tucked away discretely in his coat pocket when he returns, heading in a straight line right to the couch.]
No, Mukuro-sama.
[It's not a lie. Chikusa at least has enough presence of mind to recognize mundane conversations. Nothing of note, really happened. So he can give such an answer in his usual manner, holding out the bag to Mukuro.]