KHR Hell because fuck

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[kokuyoyo]

Why am I ordering you a drink?

[...But he still might do it anyway. Sigh. Putting on his coat and other such things as he finishes up, Chikusa frowns to himself as he stares down at his phone.]

[Why is he doing this to himself again? He thought he'd moved on. He was improving his life. But...]

[possedere]

[The petulance of the priest was astounding, and Mukuro had to wonder if it was his influence or if Chikusa Kakimoto had always been that way but only felt comfortable enough to be so. Either way, he was going to be honored, chuckling as he texted him back quickly.]

It's only the polite thing to do. I would do the same if our situations were reversed.

[Half an hour later, Mukuro sauntered into the small cafe, sans sunglasses, eyes sparking when he spotted the priest.]

This is a nice cafe. Do you come here often?

[It could have been an innocent question if it wasn't the most overused pick up line in the history of humanity and Mukuro wasn't smirking victoriously as he asked it.]

[kokuyoyo]

[In the time it's taken Mukuro to get here, Chikusa has found a curled up spot in a corner away from other people where he can get lost in his thoughts. Normally- well, lately, he's been trying not to be so anti-social, but...]

[As always, Mukuro throws everything into disarray. Right now, more than anything, he needs a little bit of space to try and get his mind together.]

[When he sees the demon, Chikusa thins his lips and tries to keep his shoulders held straight.]

...Now and then. What do you want?

[possedere]

[Chikusa Kakimoto's wariness and distrust was not unexpected, but it was still not preferable to that shock and surprise he had first displayed. With a small sigh, Mukuro sat down across from the priest, tipping his head to the side.]

What I've always wanted.

[If he was lying, at least he was consistent.]

Should I get something to eat too? I'm hungry.

[kokuyoyo]

[What he's always wanted- him.]

[Chikusa tries to ignore that dark needy part that wakens in his chest, the same part that had shivered at Mukuro's declaration that he'd never let go of him all those months again. Instead, he just glances back to the counter.]

...What do you want to eat, then?

[possedere]

I'm still getting used to these things. What would you recommend?

[Mukuro paused, frowning slightly as he canted his head to the side. It seemed like his body was always hungry, which was more annoying than he cared to admit. Plus he was curious to the priest's preferences.]

So long as there are no pecans in it.

[Apparently his vessel was sensitive to those things, and he hadn't completely taken over to fix that flaw yet. Maybe in time.]

[kokuyoyo]

[So he hasn't been in the body long... Chikusa keeps that in mind.]

There's... a salad they do with berries and chicken in it. [No comment on the pecans, although Chikusa raises an eyebrow. What an interesting detail.] And coffee?

[possedere]

Is it filling?

[His body's stomach grumbled at the thought. He had chicken before. It had been prepared well enough, and he knew what a salad was. It would be worth it to try, if Chikusa Kakimoto was suggesting it.

The mention of coffee made him frown thoughtfully ( he had tried it once, and it had scalded his tongue and made it useless for a day ) before he turned his attention to the menu. The salad then, and maybe some ridiculously complicated coffee order. He had always wanted to make one, and he started to mentally build one.]

What are you getting?

[kokuyoyo]

They make them large enough here, so I would think so.

[Chicken, plus the other ingredients, along with whatever there was to drink... Yes it should be enough. Still, what's with that frown? He's the one that asked for Chikusa to buy him a drink in the first place. Before he can point this out, however, the question is being turned back on him.]

I was going to make dinner at my home... I only planned on getting a frappuccino for the walk home.

[possedere]

So you were going to let me eat alone? How unexpectedly rude of a man of your station.

[Not that he could expect much morality from Chikusa Kakimoto just because he was a priest. He'd proven that he was as susceptible to sin as any. Now if only he would stay that way.

Mukuro crossed his arms over his chest, shooting the priest a small frown.]

Should I come along as well? I haven't seen your new place.

[kokuyoyo]

[Promptly, Chikusa's expression becomes cold and his eyes narrow.]

You never informed me about any desire to have a meal, only to meet.

[Well, that and a drink, but even then, Chikusa is fairly certain it still counts then. Hearing the demon speak of his new apartment isn't surprising, not with the things he's spoken of in the past, but Chikusa still shifts a little uneasily.]

[He doesn't want the two of them to be alone again... He doesn't want their interactions to devolve into lustful touches again. (At least, so he tries to tell himself.) So long as they're in public, it feels at least a little like he can avoid such a scenario.]

I told you I wanted nothing more to do with you.... Why would I invite you into my home?

[possedere]

You're the one who insisted to meet so late, priest. Humans eat during this time.

[Unfortunately, many seemed to be eating all the time, and between that and sleeping, Mukuro couldn't understand how they got anything done. Coupled with their laughably short lives, it never ceased to amaze him that they ever managed to accomplish anything.

If the priest's coldness bothered him, Mukuro didn't seem outwardly affected by it, instead waving a hand.]

Should I invite you to mine instead? [He canted his head to the side, smirking slightly.] We both know that you can't be so rid of me so easily. I told you, didn't I? That I would be with you for eternity. Why lie to me about your desires and fight against them?

[kokuyoyo]

I don't have a lot of free time...

[A priest's work is never done, after all. Service, counseling for those who requested it, paperwork, organizing church events... and, of course, the exorcisms. It means Chikusa's day is often full up. Times like now, right after he's finished his main duties, are some of the only ones he has available.]

[It can't be helped.]

[Probably like how it can't be helped that Mukuro reminds him of the promise he'd made, and Chikusa's shoulders hunch up awkwardly even though he steadfastly keeps his expression as it is.]

And what would you do at your home? I don't think demons know that kind of etiquette.

[possedere]

Yet here you are. Might as well eat.

[It wasn't as if Mukuro didn't know the priest's schedule intimately, and it was rather convenient that he had agreed to meet him during this time instead of lunch. For one thing, it made him nostalgic for the other time they had spent together, when they only met at night.

That sort of jab only made Mukuro laugh lightly, his head canted to the side as he surveyed the priest.]

What do other mortals do at home? Sleep, eat, and relax. I'm not interested in getting my repayment yet, if that's what you're worried about.

[Mostly because it'd been a while since he'd tried in a mortal body. It might be best to do a few test runs first...]

[kokuyoyo]

...Maybe.

[It still feels strange to spend too much money on himself. Even moving and buying a few things for hobby has felt almost like too much. His bank account isn't suffering at all, but...]

You seem to be settling in as a human well, then. [Chikusa doesn't know what to make of it as he briefly meets those eyes.] And... where do you live, exactly?

[possedere]

Should I treat you then? Considering everything we've done, it only seems appropriate to buy you dinner.

[It wasn't as if Mukuro, who had known how to blackmail, extort, and make money in excess since the days of bartering, was lacking in money. It helped to know some highly connected mortals in this day and age, and it was always helpful to know where ancient treasures of old were.

That question made Mukuro chuckle softly, and he turned back to look at the menu in consideration.]

You'll have to wait and see, priest. I'd rather not wake up to have crosses nailed to my door or to have holy water be splashed in my face every morning.

[kokuyoyo]

[The joke doesn't go over Chikusa's head, hints of that old blush creeping along his skin. If he wasn't so pale, perhaps it wouldn't be so noticeable, but there's no escaping it now.]

So long as you don't expect or want anything in return.

[It wouldn't necessarily hurt, would it...? It's not as though it's food the demon is making himself.]

[The next statements earn a scoff, and Chikusa crosses his arms on the table.]

I wouldn't do something like that.

[...It would make people lose faith in their church if, for no apparent reason, one of the priests just started hammering crosses into a random man's door.]

[possedere]

[It was good to know that Mukuro hadn't lost his touch, and he let out a soft chuckle at the blush that stained the priest's cheeks. It was an ego booster, not that he supposed he needed one, but considering how much the priest had been protesting his presence...]

Just your continued company as always.

[Mukuro flicked his bangs out of his face as he flagged down the waitress, smirking over at the priest.]

No? What would you do with the knowledge of where I lived? Send a mob with pitchforks? Break in to see how a demon decorates? Join me in the shower?

[The last one was said with a particularly throaty laugh at the thought, Mukuro propping his chin up with the palm of his hand.]

[kokuyoyo]

[That sounded fake, but fine. Thinning his lips, Chikusa glances over the menu again. It'd be easier to banish the heat from his face completely if not for the demon's dreadful habit of not shutting up.]

None of that, and you know it.

[As the waitress arrives, Chikusa occupies his attention with giving his order- the same thing he recommended to Mukuro. He shouldn't be too greedy, after all.]

[possedere]

Then why ask, priest?

[As usual, Mukuro wasn't interested in making this easy for Chikusa Kakimoto. He had, after all, said all those hurtful things about not wanting anything to do with him. Then in the very next breath showed some interest in him. Which was it? Not that he didn't enjoy the teasing and the tight rope walk.

He raised an eyebrow at the similar order, before leaning back in his chair to assess the priest's expression.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Why ask indeed? The waitress is a good distraction from having to answer for a little while, but then all Chikusa can do is avoid his gaze afterwards.]

[He should keep avoiding him, he knows. Should never have arranged this meeting or let it happen. Yet here he is: seated in a cafe having dinner with a demon. There's still anger in him, isn't there? So he wants to believe, but...]

You know where I live. It's only fair.

[possedere]

[Mukuro took it in, the way that the priest studiously avoided his face, the petulant retort, and how he was still here despite everything else. Well, so long as there wasn't pitchforks or holy water involved, perhaps there would be little harm done.

He dug out his phone, texting his address to the priest, curious to know what he would do with the information. It was in a center point between the church, Chikusa's new apartment, and his old one. It was in a surprisingly modest neighborhood, since Mukuro didn't care much for living in high rises and occupying more space than necessary. If he had his way, he would be living in a decrepit ruins, but unfortunately it was difficult to do in an actual mortal body. Unfortunately the days where he could perform his business deep in the woods under a full moon had long since passed.

Once he was done, he tucked his phone away, mouth quirking upwards.]

How is your new place?

[kokuyoyo]

[It feels strange to pick up his phone immediately as it hums with a new message, and Chikusa can only hope it doesn't make him seem desperate since the demon is sitting right there in front of him. When he sees the address, he raises an eyebrow.]

...Surprisingly humble.

[Which is a word that doesn't match Mukuro at any other time, so you'll forgive him for the slow raise of his eyebrow. Is there a catch? Is it covered in gold and has furniture made out of the bones of the innocent? He's having a difficult time putting 'normal' and 'Mukuro' in the same train of thought.]

[His lips twitch at the knowledge that Mukuro knows he's changed residences.]

Pleasant. It fits the change I wanted to make.

[possedere]

[Desperate was the last look Mukuro would dislike on the priest's face, and he poorly hid an amused chuckle at his eagerness. At that observation, Mukuro only shrugged, smiling innocently.]

You should know better than most that my avarice isn't for wealth or money.

[No, he preferred something far more carnal. Besides, he doubted the priest was the kind to be impressed by shows of wealth, so going through all of that trouble would be an unnecessary hassle.

He raised an eyebrow at that information, nodding politely to the waitress who returned with his coffee that was piled nearly a mile high with whipped cream, chocolate and caramel syrup, and chocolate pieces. Happily, he dug into it, licking some of the whip cream off of the top, humming in appreciation.]

Oh changes like your cute fuzzy hat? Have you been wearing it?

[Mukuro please keep your cosplay fetish in check.]

[kokuyoyo]

[So no pecans or wealth but a frankly extravagant amount of chocolate. Chikusa sees.]

[Politely thanking the waitress, he takes a ship of his own frappechino which partially hides his expression at the observation.]

Why such an obsession with that?

[In other words, no comment.]