[That small hint of defensiveness in Chikusa's voice, easily missed by anyone else, was plain to Mukuro, who shot the other boy an amused smile. He headed up the crumbling stair case to the upper floor that they inhabited, skipping a few steps as he climbed.]
How are these... meetings progressing?
[Said flippantly, with just the right undertone of mockery.]
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How are these... meetings progressing?
[Said flippantly, with just the right undertone of mockery.]