[If anything, Mukuro's full attention seemed to make Chikusa even more distressed. For the majority of people in the world, not much would have changed. For the minority of two who really knew Chikusa, however, he may as well have thrown a chair out a shop window in panic. It was in the way he delayed his hand, keeping it at his glasses as if he could press them straight into his flesh and not have to worry. It was in the tenseness to his shoulders, rigid in contrast to his slumped posture which had only gotten all the worse during the conversation- an attempt to become smaller than his lanky frame would allow.]
[Curled fingers that would already have a yoyo in their grasp for almost anyone else. A stare focused more on Mukuro's shoulder than daring to make contact.]
[All that, and probably a dozen other minor little things that other people might miss, and it was obvious that Chikusa wanted nothing more than to be in any other situation but this one.]
[It was troublesome. He couldn't lie and say it wasn't. At the same time... He wasn't sure what else to say. What words would appease the other, if there were even any at all. He was out of his depth.]
Mukuro-sama... This has always been troublesome. That's why I was looking for a way to make it stop.
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[Curled fingers that would already have a yoyo in their grasp for almost anyone else. A stare focused more on Mukuro's shoulder than daring to make contact.]
[All that, and probably a dozen other minor little things that other people might miss, and it was obvious that Chikusa wanted nothing more than to be in any other situation but this one.]
[It was troublesome. He couldn't lie and say it wasn't. At the same time... He wasn't sure what else to say. What words would appease the other, if there were even any at all. He was out of his depth.]
Mukuro-sama... This has always been troublesome. That's why I was looking for a way to make it stop.
[Not a lie.]