[Chikusa's clumsy attempts at socializing were rather amusing, and in between the little play dates, Mukuro had followed around the clerk around when he wasn't with Chikusa. He seemed rather enamored with their beloved bespectacled boy, and whenever his friends brought him up to him, the clerk's reaction was sickening adorable.
There was only so much Mukuro could stomach before the whole farce got boring, before Chikusa had achieved adequate growth ( but not too much ), before he could only stay away so long before feeling the encroaching need to claim what was rightfully his.
So after a month or so, on one of their dates, he made sure to swoop into an empty chair in the cafe gracefully, smiling in the way that didn't meet his eyes but instead made them seem sharper, made him seem more dangerous.]
Hello.
[He barely waited for the greeting before canting his head towards Chikua, eyes never leaving the clerk, who seemed to be becoming rapidly unsettled.]
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There was only so much Mukuro could stomach before the whole farce got boring, before Chikusa had achieved adequate growth ( but not too much ), before he could only stay away so long before feeling the encroaching need to claim what was rightfully his.
So after a month or so, on one of their dates, he made sure to swoop into an empty chair in the cafe gracefully, smiling in the way that didn't meet his eyes but instead made them seem sharper, made him seem more dangerous.]
Hello.
[He barely waited for the greeting before canting his head towards Chikua, eyes never leaving the clerk, who seemed to be becoming rapidly unsettled.]
Who is this, Chikusa?