Chikusa please learn to love yourself a bit more and find more things to live for than being touched and used by this gross pineapple fairy.

'Mild' or not, Mukuro wouldn't allow anyone to destroy what was his. If he was his own, his toys were also his, to be discarded once he was done with them and not a moment before. While he couldn't claim to take good care of them, he never did anything carelessly, if he could help it. After all, it had taken years to cultivate such loyalty, and it would be tedious to start again from scratch.

"Even a small scratch is far too much." It was said contemptuously, Mukuro turning to narrow his gaze over at the corpse in the room. If he had less bearing, he might have spat, but instead he turned back to Chikusa, his other glove going to the knife in his hand. "Do you need me to ease your pain?" Because while he normally used his illusions to inflict pain, there were some softer side effects he indulged in. Rarely, but he would be a poor illusionist if he couldn't manage it.

And while Chikusa was an expert at disassociating from his body, pulling a knife from his hand wouldn't be pleasant.