My, my, then what do you feel you deserve Chikusa Kakimoto? To be ignored by your unhearing lord? Shunned by your fellow man? [A small pause as Mukuro turned back to smirk at him, lashes lowered.] To be haunted by a demon?
[As if he was unaware or unknowing of Chikusa following him, Mukuro entered in the bedroom casually. He ran his hands gently over the spines of each of the books, taking in the titles and how many sketchbooks there were.]
Because all men are known to be completely honest? [He turned to look back at Chikusa Kakimoto, mouth curled up in amusement, though his eyes were sharp.] Or are you just picking and choosing what to believe, like so many of the faithful? So quick to label us as beyond saving but forgetting we were angels once, too.
[He plucked out a sketchbook at random, settling down to sit on Chikusa's bed.]
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[As if he was unaware or unknowing of Chikusa following him, Mukuro entered in the bedroom casually. He ran his hands gently over the spines of each of the books, taking in the titles and how many sketchbooks there were.]
Because all men are known to be completely honest? [He turned to look back at Chikusa Kakimoto, mouth curled up in amusement, though his eyes were sharp.] Or are you just picking and choosing what to believe, like so many of the faithful? So quick to label us as beyond saving but forgetting we were angels once, too.
[He plucked out a sketchbook at random, settling down to sit on Chikusa's bed.]
You're rather talented.