[It wasn't as if Mukuro expected a different answer, since Chikusa might still be processing the whole interaction. Instead, he shifted so Chikusa would have room to sit, taking the bag from Chikusa's grasp and poking through the snacks with interest. Chikusa knew his tastes rather well, and it sent a small thrum of pleasure through him. Despite what he had said as Maru, he didn't believe Chikusa needed to change anything about himself nor did he need to explore any other relationships. Still, if Chikusa felt that need, he wouldn't begrudge him.
He took a bag of chips out, opening it and starting to munch on them noisily, gaze sly.]
But you conversed so well with that clerk, Kurēn.
[Sorry Chikusa, sometimes Mukuro had no chill when it came to wanting to know something. In ten years he might have found a way to calm his tits but that would be a long time coming.]
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He took a bag of chips out, opening it and starting to munch on them noisily, gaze sly.]
But you conversed so well with that clerk, Kurēn.
[Sorry Chikusa, sometimes Mukuro had no chill when it came to wanting to know something. In ten years he might have found a way to calm his tits but that would be a long time coming.]