[Mukuro leaned forward, close enough that just another few centimeters would have their mouths brushing against either, his eyes flicking up to Chikusa Kakimoto's face.]
I told you, didn't I? I was interested in you. That includes your desires.
[Amongst many other things, two in particular were imprinted into Chikusa at a young age: have good posture and stay out of the way. Just because he'd grown to be impressively tall had not changed the latter lesson, and it shows in many of his more subtle movements.]
[Keeping a distance, avoiding contact, holding his hands together or at his sides...]
[Never has he ever used his height to intimidate or coerce people into doing what he's wanted.]
[Yet, subconsciously aware of the advantage he has in that area, he starts to press forward against Mukuro with one hand rising up to press against his chest in an effort to guide the demon up against one of the apartment walls.]
[Forgive him, if he didn't look too convinced, his mouth curved up mockingly as always. Perhaps this once, when he wanted to win the most, he'd be proven wrong, but he sincerely hoped not. Or at the very least, that this wasn't the priest's sole desire.
While he was sure there were mortals who might be intimidated by that show of height, Mukuro knew who was really in control here. He let himself be guided towards the wall, stopping only when his back hit the wall, canting his head to the side.]
[That things aren't going as smoothly and quickly as he wants is... infuriating. Waiting for the demon to contact him again after the realization of his deceit had been bad enough. Now that he's so close to being done with this whole affair...]
[Rare, how rare that the priest would take initiative. If one could call it that. Sighing, Mukuro turned his face away from him, closing his eyes pointedly.]
And if I don't want to? The mood is hardly good enough for it.
[Wow Mukuro be more of a shit why don't you? If it was even possible.]
[For a moment, Chikusa can only blankly stare, wondering how on earth this can possibly be his life. All that saying he wanted that last payment for services rendered, trying to pester him to make a move... and now this.]
[Taking a slow deep breath, he pulls away and exhales into his palms as his fingers nudge at the bridge of his nose.]
[Just like the first time they'd met, Chikusa swipes his fingers along his cassock to wipe away any trace of Mukuro's mouth on his skin.]
...You've told me a lot of things. You've also told me lies. That could simply be another one of them, if only you'd be so kind.
[Because that's what it would be- a kindness to get out of his life, to stop stringing Chikusa along on things he isn't sure he can believe but so desperately wants, to let him figure out how to put his life together so that it's not so hollow.]
[Irritation pricked along Mukuro's skin at the sight of the priest wiping his saliva away as if it was something disgusting and unwanted, as if he hadn't been so eager beneath him just days ago.
He sighed, gently pushing the priest away from him as he stepped away from the wall, tipping his chin up to look at him fully, mouth down turned.]
It'd be a kindness to us both, but since when has a demon ever been known for kindness?
[He flicked his hair out of his face in annoyance, turning away from him.]
For now, I'll leave you be. Enjoy your life, Chikusa Kakimoto. It was fun while it lasted.
[He exited the dream there, annoyance crackled through every fiber of him. He could, he supposed, continue the dreams but it felt like getting nowhere. Perhaps he should show more initiative? To give the priest a more tangible reason to believe him?
It took a few months to find a suitable host, then to become used to being in a human body without tearing it apart, and longer to get used to being in a human body in general. There were bodily functions, the weather to contend with, and the need to sleep. It felt like Mukuro was always sleeping.
Once he was sure he was able to use the body to his leisure, he made his way to Chikusa Kakimoto's church. Since the priest hadn't told anyone about him, it was an easy enough thing to wear sunglasses during the day to hide his eyes. The months he had followed the priest had guaranteed he knew his routine, and he made sure to be stationed in a pew right where he could be seen.
Upon seeing the priest, he definitely wasn't going to give a cheeky wave and a smirk. Definitely not.]
[It'd be a lie to say that there's not a sense of loss when he wakes up in the morning, knowing that there's at least a decent chance he won't see the demon again.]
[Wrong response, he knows. That's part of the problem. Yet what else can he say? It had been so nice to be touched so often, even if he had been leery of it every time just because of the unknown factor of the creature's intentions. It had been nice, on some deep level, to hear that he was wanted and valued.]
[But... Demons lie. A simple fact of life. It had only been a matter of time before that sort of thing would reveal itself, and then nothing else could be looked at the same again. Chikusa tries to forget it. It's hard when he wakes up in the middle of the night, body warm and aching for another touch, for lips stroking his so intimately. All he can do for those nights is try to desperately go back to sleep, or take a cold shower when it's particularly bad.]
[If some nights he gives in, softly strokes himself just a little and presses fingers to his lips as if that can mimic a kiss, never reaching release.... Well. That's between him and God.]
[Chikusa doesn't let himself dwell. Best he can, he moves on with his life and tries to change it. It becomes apparent to him all too soon that every part of his apartment reminds him too much of things- a kiss in his kitchen, a stroke along his hair in the living room, another's body heat in his bed. It makes Chikusa realize how beneficial it is to not spend much of his money on anything- that means it's easy to make the move to another apartment when time comes to renegotiate his lease. He doesn't need it, not really, but the change helps drive the memories away.]
[Yet home and church have always been closely tied for him, and change in one needs to be reflected in the other. Chikusa tries. They're not very elegant tries, no- more than a few times he suspects he's made a fool of himself. Yet... Even those times almost seem to help, in some strange way. Chikusa doesn't understand it.]
[That doesn't mean there's no effect when, after a couple of months of being back and recovered, his mentor carefully but gently puts a hand on his shoulder and thanks him for his work after one mass in particular.]
[Chikusa spends that night by himself, staring blankly at his television and recovering.]
[Objectively, he knows the changes have been very little. A room to sketch in and watch a busy street from, having his schedule occasionally asked about, being invited for coffee after service. Yet when he's used to nothing, anything feels enormous.]
[He's in the middle of going to get lunch since there's nothing for them in the church and things are too busy in preparation in the back for a fair to draw more visitors to the church when he hears someone walking through the pews. There's no helping it- he emerges, ready to see if it's one of the usual church goers or someone in need of help from the church...]
[And promptly freezes when he sees that familiar face sitting quaint as you please in one of the pews.]
[For a solid moment, his mind can't put things together. He... knows who that person looks like. But, it can't be. Maybe- their encounters were dreams, and demons didn't look human. Maybe it's, by pure coincidence, the person Mukuro stole the look from because he liked it-]
[Wait, no, nevermind, now he's waving at him.]
[Stunned, Chikusa can only walk down the aisle in a daze before stopping by him. He can't even get himself to speak.]
[All the trials that Mukuro had had to suffer through in order to get used to inhabiting a human body ( remembering to eat at certain times, hallucinating because he hadn't wanted to sleep and had stayed up for days on end, and having a dampener put on all of his senses and powers so that he felt weak and feeble ) were worth it to see that dumbstruck look on the priest's face. It had been his goal after all, and he was glad at least that he could claim that as a prize.
He had almost expected the priest would run in the other direction, but he was pleasantly surprised when he came closer instead. Just in case there was any question, he lowered his sunglasses to smirk up at the priest, mismatched eyes in view for a few moments before he pushed them back up.]
[His smirk only widened, pleased that he was having such a visible effect on the priest. He stood smoothly, keeping a polite distance between them, though for whose sake it was hard to tell. In dreams, everything was a bit muted, blurred, faint. It was real but it wasn't. Some people could get lost in those and mistake them for reality. Chikusa Kakimoto was not so weak and feeble, fortunately or unfortunately.
Mukuro knew intimately the effect he had on the priest in dreams, but he had to wonder if the effect would be magnified in real life or if it would lose it's luster. He canted his head to the side, smile turning almost vaguely pleasant.]
Why else would I be here, my favorite priest?
[He leaned forward slightly, still not enough to be seen as forward but enough to close the distance between them slightly. He wanted to touch the priest, a draw as strong as it had ever been, more difficult to resist now that he couldn't taste his dark secrets on his tongue or hear his heartbeat quickening or feel his body heat. Being human was terrible and inconvenient.]
[All it takes is for Mukuro to stand up, and Chikusa remembers.]
[A hand splayed across his chest, pressing him down into cushions. A body leaning in close to his while whispering a deal. Teeth, nipping at his throat, and lips sliding against his before their tongues-]
[Chikusa takes a sharp breath and pulls himself into the present. That promise gets his heart beating, just like when Mukuro had said he'd never let him go. It'd been easy in the dreams to dismiss it, but- this isn't possession, the signs aren't there, the body seems fine...]
[Complete ownership of the body. Just like he'd told him all those months ago.]
[His heartbeat goes faster.]
I... I told you I didn't want to deal with you again...
[But there's no solidness to the statement like when they'd last spoken. Chikusa's eyes flicker away, breaking their gaze, and he makes a move to leave.]
I have to attend to my duties... I can't deal with you right now.
[This mortal body of his might have all the senses of a worm, but that doesn't mean that Chikusa Kakimoto still wasn't as easy to read as he had always been. Mukuro didn't bother to hide his smirk, instead straightening so the priest could have some reprieve, following after him a respectable distance.]
Liar.
[It had been enough for the priest to get angry at him and cut off their contract, so Mukuro felt as if he could point out when the priest did so at his leisure.]
There hasn't been anyone to attend to in at least an hour. Why do you think I chose now? Or should I come back when the church is more crowded?
[Abruptly, he comes to a sharp stop, and it could just as easily be because of the declaration of himself as a liar as it could be for Mukuro's suggestion to come back during more crowded hours.]
No.
[Taking a deep breath, he turns around to face Mukuro properly again.]
There's still a lot we have to do right now.... And I'm not going to deal with you during church hours. [His lips thin.] Can... you not wait until after the day is done to talk with me?
[This priest sure knew how to make a demon feel welcome in the house of god. He frowned slightly, resting a hand on his hip as he debated between being difficult ( namely throwing a fit ) or being reasonable since the priest was clearly unsettled. He should give him some time to collect himself before he jabbed at him again. He hadn't spent these past few months trying to learn how to use a voicebox properly and how to fit himself into this vessel for nothing.
He turned away with a sigh, holding out a hand.]
Do you have a phone? Give it to me.
[While setting foot in a church wouldn't result in him bursting into flames since god so rarely visited these houses of worship, it didn't mean he was going to hang around all day waiting for Chikusa Kakimoto to finish his duties. Even if he was in a mortal vessel, there was still debauchery, sin, and chaos he had to instill. It was all rather thrilling when he had a front row seat.]
[A phone.... It's so strange, to have the demon have to contact him by such mundane matters instead of simply showing up as he felt like it. Nothing else drives home the fact of what he's done more than that.]
[...Still. He does have a phone. Pulling it out, he offers it to the demon silently but with his uncertainty obvious to anyone who could look at the way his brows are so slightly furrowed.]
[Without so much as a 'thank you', Mukuro took the phone quite deftly as if he expected Chikusa Kakimoto to change his mind at the last minute. He entered his contact information in under the name 'Chrome Dokuro-sama', well aware that the rest of the priest's order might still remember the alias he had used when possessing one of their number. It gave him no small amount of glee to do so, handing it back with a smirk.]
When you're ready, please give me a call. I'll be expecting it.
[And if he was stood up, well, the saying would be changed to 'hell hath no fury like a demon scorned'.
[Warm flesh and blood fingers brush against his own as the phone is taken from him, and Chikusa feels off balance right from the start. This is real. This isn't a dream, a misty sensation punctuated by hot touches. Everything is real.]
[It has Chikusa jerk back, tense, and he hurries away with concerned glances back at the demon leaving the church. For the rest of the day, his mind isn't on his work or any upcoming events for the church. All he can think of is that brief brush of their fingers and those eyes peering at him in amusement over sunglasses. If only he was home, to go over notes he hasn't touched in ages- there's always the chance the demon was lying about that but he's sure he'd said that becoming human wasn't easy...]
[...Is that what he'd been doing all these months?]
[Small blessings that he doesn't have to perform any exorcisms. Chikusa isn't sure he could focus on one with the disarray his mind has been thrown into. No one seems to notice anything is wrong, which is... for the better. Yes. It is. He'll handle it himself, just like all the times before.]
[Chikusa tells himself that, even as evening falls and his work starts to draw to a close. Taking his phone out as he helps with evening clean up, he pauses only briefly before sending a message.]
[Was the near instantaneous reply back, though Mukuro was nowhere to be seen. He had a good cackle before he added:]
Where should we meet?
[He had spent most of the day laying the groundwork for his information network here, calling in favors to set up a new ( eternally free ) apartment. When he had seen that Chikusa Kakimoto's old one had been up open, he had been sorely tempted to use that one before he had decided against it. The priest had moved out for good reason, so there was no point in trying to drag him back.]
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[No, really, he's making right for the door]
[This is why we can't have nice things, Mukuro]
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Mukuro just had a good little cackle before he followed after him, mouth curled upwards in amusement.]
Should I come back when you have an actual answer? Though you can't tell me you haven't given it some thought, priest.
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Perhaps I have. But why does it matter? I want this done with. Stop playing coy with me.
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[Mukuro leaned forward, close enough that just another few centimeters would have their mouths brushing against either, his eyes flicking up to Chikusa Kakimoto's face.]
I told you, didn't I? I was interested in you. That includes your desires.
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[Amongst many other things, two in particular were imprinted into Chikusa at a young age: have good posture and stay out of the way. Just because he'd grown to be impressively tall had not changed the latter lesson, and it shows in many of his more subtle movements.]
[Keeping a distance, avoiding contact, holding his hands together or at his sides...]
[Never has he ever used his height to intimidate or coerce people into doing what he's wanted.]
[Yet, subconsciously aware of the advantage he has in that area, he starts to press forward against Mukuro with one hand rising up to press against his chest in an effort to guide the demon up against one of the apartment walls.]
Simple.
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[Forgive him, if he didn't look too convinced, his mouth curved up mockingly as always. Perhaps this once, when he wanted to win the most, he'd be proven wrong, but he sincerely hoped not. Or at the very least, that this wasn't the priest's sole desire.
While he was sure there were mortals who might be intimidated by that show of height, Mukuro knew who was really in control here. He let himself be guided towards the wall, stopping only when his back hit the wall, canting his head to the side.]
I want to hear you say it if it's so simple.
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...Touch me. Like you have before.
[Leaning down, he brushes their lips together.]
You can do that much, can't you?
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And if I don't want to? The mood is hardly good enough for it.
[Wow Mukuro be more of a shit why don't you? If it was even possible.]
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[For a moment, Chikusa can only blankly stare, wondering how on earth this can possibly be his life. All that saying he wanted that last payment for services rendered, trying to pester him to make a move... and now this.]
[Taking a slow deep breath, he pulls away and exhales into his palms as his fingers nudge at the bridge of his nose.]
...Then leave. And stop bothering me.
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[Almost tenderly, Mukuro rolled up onto his toes so he could press a kiss against Chikusa Kakimoto's fingers, murmuring almost tenderly.]
But contract or no contract, I can't do the second. I told you didn't I, priest?
[That he would never leave him alone. Guess he only told the most unfortunate kinds of truths.]
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...You've told me a lot of things. You've also told me lies. That could simply be another one of them, if only you'd be so kind.
[Because that's what it would be- a kindness to get out of his life, to stop stringing Chikusa along on things he isn't sure he can believe but so desperately wants, to let him figure out how to put his life together so that it's not so hollow.]
[But he's a demon. Chikusa isn't expecting much.]
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He sighed, gently pushing the priest away from him as he stepped away from the wall, tipping his chin up to look at him fully, mouth down turned.]
It'd be a kindness to us both, but since when has a demon ever been known for kindness?
[He flicked his hair out of his face in annoyance, turning away from him.]
For now, I'll leave you be. Enjoy your life, Chikusa Kakimoto. It was fun while it lasted.
[He exited the dream there, annoyance crackled through every fiber of him. He could, he supposed, continue the dreams but it felt like getting nowhere. Perhaps he should show more initiative? To give the priest a more tangible reason to believe him?
It took a few months to find a suitable host, then to become used to being in a human body without tearing it apart, and longer to get used to being in a human body in general. There were bodily functions, the weather to contend with, and the need to sleep. It felt like Mukuro was always sleeping.
Once he was sure he was able to use the body to his leisure, he made his way to Chikusa Kakimoto's church. Since the priest hadn't told anyone about him, it was an easy enough thing to wear sunglasses during the day to hide his eyes. The months he had followed the priest had guaranteed he knew his routine, and he made sure to be stationed in a pew right where he could be seen.
Upon seeing the priest, he definitely wasn't going to give a cheeky wave and a smirk. Definitely not.]
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[Wrong response, he knows. That's part of the problem. Yet what else can he say? It had been so nice to be touched so often, even if he had been leery of it every time just because of the unknown factor of the creature's intentions. It had been nice, on some deep level, to hear that he was wanted and valued.]
[But... Demons lie. A simple fact of life. It had only been a matter of time before that sort of thing would reveal itself, and then nothing else could be looked at the same again. Chikusa tries to forget it. It's hard when he wakes up in the middle of the night, body warm and aching for another touch, for lips stroking his so intimately. All he can do for those nights is try to desperately go back to sleep, or take a cold shower when it's particularly bad.]
[If some nights he gives in, softly strokes himself just a little and presses fingers to his lips as if that can mimic a kiss, never reaching release.... Well. That's between him and God.]
[Chikusa doesn't let himself dwell. Best he can, he moves on with his life and tries to change it. It becomes apparent to him all too soon that every part of his apartment reminds him too much of things- a kiss in his kitchen, a stroke along his hair in the living room, another's body heat in his bed. It makes Chikusa realize how beneficial it is to not spend much of his money on anything- that means it's easy to make the move to another apartment when time comes to renegotiate his lease. He doesn't need it, not really, but the change helps drive the memories away.]
[Yet home and church have always been closely tied for him, and change in one needs to be reflected in the other. Chikusa tries. They're not very elegant tries, no- more than a few times he suspects he's made a fool of himself. Yet... Even those times almost seem to help, in some strange way. Chikusa doesn't understand it.]
[That doesn't mean there's no effect when, after a couple of months of being back and recovered, his mentor carefully but gently puts a hand on his shoulder and thanks him for his work after one mass in particular.]
[Chikusa spends that night by himself, staring blankly at his television and recovering.]
[Objectively, he knows the changes have been very little. A room to sketch in and watch a busy street from, having his schedule occasionally asked about, being invited for coffee after service. Yet when he's used to nothing, anything feels enormous.]
[He's in the middle of going to get lunch since there's nothing for them in the church and things are too busy in preparation in the back for a fair to draw more visitors to the church when he hears someone walking through the pews. There's no helping it- he emerges, ready to see if it's one of the usual church goers or someone in need of help from the church...]
[And promptly freezes when he sees that familiar face sitting quaint as you please in one of the pews.]
[For a solid moment, his mind can't put things together. He... knows who that person looks like. But, it can't be. Maybe- their encounters were dreams, and demons didn't look human. Maybe it's, by pure coincidence, the person Mukuro stole the look from because he liked it-]
[Wait, no, nevermind, now he's waving at him.]
[Stunned, Chikusa can only walk down the aisle in a daze before stopping by him. He can't even get himself to speak.]
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He had almost expected the priest would run in the other direction, but he was pleasantly surprised when he came closer instead. Just in case there was any question, he lowered his sunglasses to smirk up at the priest, mismatched eyes in view for a few moments before he pushed them back up.]
You're looking well, Chikusa Kakimoto.
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[It's him. Those mismatched eyes prove it. Chikusa tries to pull himself together, but he doesn't have much luck with it.]
Why are you here?
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Mukuro knew intimately the effect he had on the priest in dreams, but he had to wonder if the effect would be magnified in real life or if it would lose it's luster. He canted his head to the side, smile turning almost vaguely pleasant.]
Why else would I be here, my favorite priest?
[He leaned forward slightly, still not enough to be seen as forward but enough to close the distance between them slightly. He wanted to touch the priest, a draw as strong as it had ever been, more difficult to resist now that he couldn't taste his dark secrets on his tongue or hear his heartbeat quickening or feel his body heat. Being human was terrible and inconvenient.]
For you, of course.
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[A hand splayed across his chest, pressing him down into cushions. A body leaning in close to his while whispering a deal. Teeth, nipping at his throat, and lips sliding against his before their tongues-]
[Chikusa takes a sharp breath and pulls himself into the present. That promise gets his heart beating, just like when Mukuro had said he'd never let him go. It'd been easy in the dreams to dismiss it, but- this isn't possession, the signs aren't there, the body seems fine...]
[Complete ownership of the body. Just like he'd told him all those months ago.]
[His heartbeat goes faster.]
I... I told you I didn't want to deal with you again...
[But there's no solidness to the statement like when they'd last spoken. Chikusa's eyes flicker away, breaking their gaze, and he makes a move to leave.]
I have to attend to my duties... I can't deal with you right now.
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Liar.
[It had been enough for the priest to get angry at him and cut off their contract, so Mukuro felt as if he could point out when the priest did so at his leisure.]
There hasn't been anyone to attend to in at least an hour. Why do you think I chose now? Or should I come back when the church is more crowded?
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No.
[Taking a deep breath, he turns around to face Mukuro properly again.]
There's still a lot we have to do right now.... And I'm not going to deal with you during church hours. [His lips thin.] Can... you not wait until after the day is done to talk with me?
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He turned away with a sigh, holding out a hand.]
Do you have a phone? Give it to me.
[While setting foot in a church wouldn't result in him bursting into flames since god so rarely visited these houses of worship, it didn't mean he was going to hang around all day waiting for Chikusa Kakimoto to finish his duties. Even if he was in a mortal vessel, there was still debauchery, sin, and chaos he had to instill. It was all rather thrilling when he had a front row seat.]
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[...Still. He does have a phone. Pulling it out, he offers it to the demon silently but with his uncertainty obvious to anyone who could look at the way his brows are so slightly furrowed.]
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When you're ready, please give me a call. I'll be expecting it.
[And if he was stood up, well, the saying would be changed to 'hell hath no fury like a demon scorned'.
He gave a little wave as he turned to leave.]
It was good to see you again, Chikusa Kakimoto.
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[It has Chikusa jerk back, tense, and he hurries away with concerned glances back at the demon leaving the church. For the rest of the day, his mind isn't on his work or any upcoming events for the church. All he can think of is that brief brush of their fingers and those eyes peering at him in amusement over sunglasses. If only he was home, to go over notes he hasn't touched in ages- there's always the chance the demon was lying about that but he's sure he'd said that becoming human wasn't easy...]
[...Is that what he'd been doing all these months?]
[Small blessings that he doesn't have to perform any exorcisms. Chikusa isn't sure he could focus on one with the disarray his mind has been thrown into. No one seems to notice anything is wrong, which is... for the better. Yes. It is. He'll handle it himself, just like all the times before.]
[Chikusa tells himself that, even as evening falls and his work starts to draw to a close. Taking his phone out as he helps with evening clean up, he pauses only briefly before sending a message.]
Where are you?
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[Was the near instantaneous reply back, though Mukuro was nowhere to be seen. He had a good cackle before he added:]
Where should we meet?
[He had spent most of the day laying the groundwork for his information network here, calling in favors to set up a new ( eternally free ) apartment. When he had seen that Chikusa Kakimoto's old one had been up open, he had been sorely tempted to use that one before he had decided against it. The priest had moved out for good reason, so there was no point in trying to drag him back.]
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[There's definitely a frown on his face when he replies, however.]
There's a cafe a five minutes walk from the church.
[Close enough for convenience, but without being right near the church. Whatever happens.... Chikusa doesn't want to taint that holy ground.]
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