[Unbidden, Chikusa's body betrays him with the soft wanting noise that falls from his lips when Mukuro leaves him. Leftover heat is still clinging to him- or is that the heat his own body is generating, warm and eager, pulsing needily? Either way, Chikusa catches himself and a brilliant crimson flush spreads over his face and down his throat. He looks away again, trying to will his body to calmness.]
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Yes. Tea is fine.