[Alarm bells start to go off in his mind as Mukuro puts his cup down, as he starts to approach, and Chikusa sets his own down on the coffee table before him. What he can do in the face of a demon in a situation like this, he's not entirely sure, but it's some faint reassurance just to have his hands free.]
[As it turns out, free hands won't do him any good.]
[Being so close, nearly sharing their breath close, freezes Chikusa. Fear is a part of it, that human instinct which tries to guide foolish humans away from danger. He can't deny its presence. At the same time... They're so close. Something has curled around his spine, like static electricity, and he swallows as the words start to dig into him worse than any claws. Despite how much he wants to run away, he's trapped there, listening, until Mukuro leans away and Chikusa lets out a breath. Immediately, he breaks his gaze and curls his fist on the armrest.]
...And what will knowing you bear fruit to, besides perhaps suffering in Hell?
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[As it turns out, free hands won't do him any good.]
[Being so close, nearly sharing their breath close, freezes Chikusa. Fear is a part of it, that human instinct which tries to guide foolish humans away from danger. He can't deny its presence. At the same time... They're so close. Something has curled around his spine, like static electricity, and he swallows as the words start to dig into him worse than any claws. Despite how much he wants to run away, he's trapped there, listening, until Mukuro leans away and Chikusa lets out a breath. Immediately, he breaks his gaze and curls his fist on the armrest.]
...And what will knowing you bear fruit to, besides perhaps suffering in Hell?