[What Mukuro liked best about humans was that they were all so inherently selfish and self-centered. It must have been a leftover relic from when they were hunters and gatherers, where they couldn't afford to care about anyone but themselves, with occasional exceptions for their mate or their children. In modern times, it meant that face to face interactions were being phased out, where people nowadays had more information at their fingertips but instead chose to waste their lives playing games aimed at relieving them from their money. It meant that the people who should be closest to each other were the furthest apart.
For the first day, Mukuro had enjoyed the sight of Chikusa Kakimoto's anguish, how uncomfortable he looked in casual clothes, and the dawning realization that perhaps Mukuro had been telling more than one truth.
After dogging his steps for that first day, he had been dying with anticipation, so had sought out other meager distractions. He had half-expected Chikusa Kakimoto to write a demon's truths as being too dangerous and hurtful to pursue and to swear off talking to him again. After all, he wouldn't be the first human to lie to a demon, nor would he be the last. Still, Mukuro had generously been prepared to give him a week to come to his senses before he barged in anyway, when the third day he felt the whisper of his name, thin and light as paper. Well. He would accept that calling for what it was.
This time in the dream, Mukuro would be working to prepare tea. It had been a tough past few days for the young priest, after all.]
How do you like your tea?
[It was an idle question, considering he had watched enough to know, but he would start out as innocuous as a smug faced demon could be.]
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For the first day, Mukuro had enjoyed the sight of Chikusa Kakimoto's anguish, how uncomfortable he looked in casual clothes, and the dawning realization that perhaps Mukuro had been telling more than one truth.
After dogging his steps for that first day, he had been dying with anticipation, so had sought out other meager distractions. He had half-expected Chikusa Kakimoto to write a demon's truths as being too dangerous and hurtful to pursue and to swear off talking to him again. After all, he wouldn't be the first human to lie to a demon, nor would he be the last. Still, Mukuro had generously been prepared to give him a week to come to his senses before he barged in anyway, when the third day he felt the whisper of his name, thin and light as paper. Well. He would accept that calling for what it was.
This time in the dream, Mukuro would be working to prepare tea. It had been a tough past few days for the young priest, after all.]
How do you like your tea?
[It was an idle question, considering he had watched enough to know, but he would start out as innocuous as a smug faced demon could be.]