Even though Mukuro would always feel most at home in torn down buildings, abandoned amusement parks, and ruins of ancient civilizations, he had a certain fondness for untouched nature. Ruins were truer to human nature than Mukuro could even begin to articulate, all the hard work that had gone into them nothing in compared to humanity's cruel apathy and laziness, and the simple passage of time.

But nature, true pure nature, was a rarity in the world where people were eager to lay claim on everything and plant fast food restaurants there and trash heaps. His cute little Chrome would probably say something along the lines of this was what he yearned for humanity to be, better and purer than what it was, but his favored vessel tended to be far more optimistic than Mukuro was.

At Chikusa's answer, he gave a slight nod, content to unlace his boots and roll up his pant legs, wading into the stream water, closing his eyes with a sigh. While Chikusa wouldn't voice his request, he didn't need to. He felt the unasked question in the back of his mind, as loudly as if Chikusa had actually spoken.

He turned back toward him, reaching out a gloved hand to him, expression soft and indulgent.