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[kokuyoyo]

[Not everything can be covered in chocolate, Mukuro.]

Would a demon be any younger?

[Chikusa turns back to his food, trying to brush off the question. Truthfully... It had occurred to him to do so. A demon's true name is a way to identify it, after all. If he had tried, he's sure that he could have found all sorts of information on the creature.]

[But... His fork toys with a bit of chicken , and Chikusa frowns to himself. If he'd done research... Maybe he would have given in and called the demon again even with how burned he had felt.]

[It'd been for his own good to keep himself away from information like that.]

[possedere]

[Says you.

Mukuro shrugged lightly at the question, abandoning the salad for now in favor of his coffee. He would regret it later when he couldn't sleep and when his stomach complained about being empty, but for now, the indulgence was worth it.]

Possibly, though I confess, there are few others of my kind worth keeping tabs on.

[Though since this wasn't his favorite topic, namely hearing what the priest did when Mukuro wasn't watching him ( especially if it concerned him in any way ), he switched it back.]

What did you find?

[kokuyoyo]

Nothing.

[Acting nonplussed, Chikusa continues to eat his food. He won't give the demon the satisfaction of knowing how much he's affected him or his life.]

Didn't I say I was done with you those months ago? Why would I look you up further?

[Spearing a raspberry, he raises an eyebrow.]

If I needed to exorcise you again, I already know your name. It's easier with that, as you know.

[possedere]

Curiosity, perhaps. To verify if what I've told you is the truth. Because you wanted to.

[Mukuro waved his hands dismissively at the priest's retort, which was flimsy at best. He had indeed said he was done with him, yet here he was, eating dinner with him. He knew better than to point it out and press his luck again, but it didn't make Mukuro believe meeting up again with him would be difficult.

He raised an eyebrow at that, leaning forward, gaze sharpening with interest.]

It's different now, as you're aware. This isn't possession so much as it is a symbiotic relationship.

[kokuyoyo]

...I know. I remember that much.

[And it's the implications of this difference that leave Chikusa feeling unsure all over again. If it had simply been another possession, that'd be one thing. If this were a dream, it'd be one thing.]

[But...]

Why?

[possedere]

What else do you remember, Chikusa Kakimoto?

[It was said with a rather generous play of Mukuro's tongue on his lips as he lapped up more whipped cream. Shameless, him? No, never.

The question made him wary, mostly because he didn't want to have to explain himself to the priest. Especially if in the end it wasn't going to get him what he wanted.]

Why what?

[kokuyoyo]

[You mean always, and Chikusa forces his eyes down to look at his food in order to avoid getting transfixed on the sight. Right, he can't even look at the other if he wants to stay focused.]

Why would you go through the trouble of getting a body like that?

[possedere]

[It's definitely pleasing that he still had such a visible effect on the priest, but it didn't make Mukuro smug enough to actually put into words why he was in this decrepit, highly inconvenient body.

Drink finished, Mukuro started back into his salad, unsatisfying compared to the highly sugary drink.]

You're not a foolish and unintelligent man, priest. Why do you think I went through all the hard work of taking a vessel?

[kokuyoyo]

[That's why you save the best for last, Mukuro.]

[Pursing his lips, Chikusa doesn't answer right away. He can't answer right away, not when the demon's words from earlier are still ringing through his ears. In fact, those same words leave his lips soon.]

You said it was for me.... but there's no way I can possibly believe that.

[possedere]

[Look it was his diabetes in a cup and he wanted it now.

Mukuro huffed a slight sigh at that, stabbing at some of his chicken and lettuce in annoyance.]

Then why ask? Should I lie to you instead? Would you believe those more?

[His words came out sharp, lightly mocking.]

I adore these new coffee concoctions so much I just had to taste them for myself. I like being vulnerable to danger. I wanted to see if stepping into a church would make me burst into flames.

[kokuyoyo]

[Softly, his fingers tighten around his for at the mocking.]

I'm only one human. A single human out of many. You'll forgive met that i'm so skeptical.

[possedere]

Is forgiveness in a demon's nature now as well?

[Since the priest seemed so sure he was such an expert on them and all. Mukuro's turned away from him with a small sigh, tucking his chin into the palm of his hand as he watched people pass by on the street.]

It's about the quality of the human, priest. I have yet to meet your equal.

[kokuyoyo]

Who knows, although it seems I can say that an inability to understand sarcasm is.

[Don't pull that shit with him, Mukuro, he has as much time for it as he did the first time you bothered him: zero.]

[Those other words draw him back into silence however, and Chikusa continues to pick at his food to hide his uncertainty. How can he respond? It's the same words the demon had been telling him since their first meeting... That he's special, unique in some way. It's nothing but hubris to believe him... Wistful thinking, even, that someone thinks like that. But...]

[From beneath his bangs, Chikusa glances up at him. He's here, in the body of a human not possessed and having searched him out again. The demon even knows that he's moved out from his old apartment. What can he say to that?]

...I'm still very young...

[possedere]

My, my, you've gotten more prickly in my absence, priest. Who's been teaching you such tricks?

[If he thought much of the jab, Mukuro didn't show it, mouth curved upwards slightly.

If anything, it was that completely telling silence after that throwaway comment that made enduring such barbs worthwhile. It seemed as if the priest truly wanted to believe him, even with knowing better and knowing the nature of demons. It was interesting to watch play out, and Mukuro kept his gaze on the priest's through the window's reflection.]

Are you saying you'll get better with age?

[kokuyoyo]

Hmph....

[As usual, nothing ever seems to work. Even in the dreams, the only things which seemed to get past that smooth exterior had been his threats (and eventual promise) to leave.]

I would hope so.

[possedere]

[The answer sounded more dismissive than argumentative, and Mukuro let out a soft chuckle at it. He let the silence lie comfortable and undisturbed between them, sated by both the food and the company.

Still, the streets were becoming darker as the sun began to set, and with it, Mukuro was starting to get tired. It still took effort to use this body, and it seemed to always want to sleep. It was annoying.]

Would you like to see where I live?

[It was offered idly enough as Mukuro signaled for the waitress to bring over the check.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Idle offer or not, it makes Chikusa freeze in place. It had been brought up before, in a way, but... He'll admit he had hoped the demon would forget about it and just let him run off.]

[Because...]

I... suppose.

[He can't resist this kind of temptation, of the same kind of curiosity that likely doomed Adam and Eve.]

[possedere]

[Excuse this demon didn't put all this work into all of this just to let Chikusa Kakimoto run off.

That easy agreement made Mukuro turn his mismatched gaze to him, eyes slightly widening in surprise, before he laughed, soft and easy. This priest was so contradictory. One minute he wanted nothing to do with him, and the next he was going to follow him home.]

I'll call a cab.

[Technology, at least, Mukuro could understand, and as he paid for their meal, he was already booking a cab.]

I'll even have you home at a decent hour.

[kokuyoyo]

The least you could do is at least not make me regret agreeing to it so immediately.

[He'll do that all his own, thank you. Right now, Mukuro's actions just have him frowning as he gets off of his feet. He knows that this can't be a good idea but still...]

[A sigh whistles out of him.]

Please don't do anything strange.

[possedere]

I'm flattered I have such control over your emotions, priest.

[Look, he could dole out sarcasm too, and he flicked his gaze up towards Chikusa Kakimoto's face with a small, smug smirk.]

Please feel free to let me know what qualifies as 'anything strange'. Should I take out all my satanic artifacts before you come in? Make sure the orgy has been safely concluded? That my pet demons are properly in their cages?

[kokuyoyo]

Ah. So what I'm hearing is that you want me to call the police about your apartment.

[Oh, he knows that it's.... probably as mundane as anything else, although he'd only put that around 90%. Still, Chikusa isn't much in the mood for nonsense.]

[Besides.... There's actually a bit of satisfaction that he could do that. Human body, human rules.]

[possedere]

My, my, you've moved onto moresomes have you? How impressive.

[Mukuro accepted his card back from the waitress, scrawling a nice tip amount on the check, before getting up, shooting the priest an amused look.]

That's rather generous of you. If I was going to be rewarded so, I'd buy you dinner more often.

[kokuyoyo]

[Against his will, a glaring red flush starts to spread in sharp contrast to his pale face and Chikusa narrows his eyes at the remnants of his food before getting up as well.]

Amazing. You can pervert any sentence.

[That said, he starts to shuffle for the exit. He'd rather not be in this place any longer, with the demon saying things like that for just about anyone to overhear.]

[possedere]

It's part of my nature. I'm sure you've missed it.

[Even if he said otherwise, that flush definitely gave him away.

Mukuro shoved his hands into his jacket pocket, sighing at the brisk night air. It would be a nice night to walk back home, if he wasn't so sleepy and full of food. Since the priest was taller, he made an excellent wind barrier, and Mukuro took full advantage of that, sliding close to him, humming as they waited for the cab.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Besides the dreams that now seem much more recent than he used to recall. Chikusa never really has anyone get into his space very much. It's probably his general coldness and distance, even now with the strides he's tried to make. Old habits die hard.]

[So Mukuro slinking up near him earns a puzzled and faint scrunch of his eyebrows.]

...What?