[He might choke on his own heart and air, feeling the mattress shift from new weight and smooth leather stroking along his cheek. Chikusa's breath shudders. He needs to calm down, but he's not particularly sure how.]
Mukuro. [A little louder this time, and he swallows thickly. His voice dips back down again, soft.] Mukuro...sama...
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Mukuro. [A little louder this time, and he swallows thickly. His voice dips back down again, soft.] Mukuro...sama...