KHR Hell because fuck

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[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?

[possedere]

[Wow why does he always gotta doubt him like that.

However, since that expression wasn't a scornful or angry one, Mukuro only chuckled, tipping his face up towards the priest's.]

It's cold and you're a good wind breaker. Don't look so suspicious, Chikusa Kakimoto. Has no one taken advantage of your height before?

[kokuyoyo]

[You know what you did, Mukuro.]

[Still, Chikusa can't argue with simple logic, and his shoulders rise in a shrug.]

If they have, I've never noticed before. Still.... It's bold of you to tell me to not be suspicious.

[He tilts his head away, glancing down the street and away from the demon as he murmurs his next words.]

After all... You've taken advantage of more than my height before.

[possedere]

[Isn't it more like what they did together?

Mukuro could only laugh at that, shoulders shaking as he ducked even closer, mirth written across every inch of his face.]

Do you think I'd accost you in public, priest? Or are you hoping I will?

[He turned away to look for the cab, still chuckling.]

Is it taking advantage when you were a willing participant? How long are you going to act as if I did something you didn't enjoy?

[kokuyoyo]

[If only the demon had waited a month or two- then at least Chikusa could blame the red on his face from cold and harsher winds or hide behind a scarf. Even with the chilly night air, however, it hasn't gotten to such points yet, so all he can do is tuck his chin against his chest.]

Yes. Someone can be taken advantage of even if they agreed to something.

...And I never said I didn't enjoy it.... Don't put words in my mouth.

[possedere]

[Oh now that piqued Mukuro's interest, and he leaned in even closer, their arms touching.]

Really? Then how did you feel about the whole experience priest?

[It was difficult to tell if he was toying with him or not, but it was a dangerous game to play with a demon.

Though Chikusa Kakimoto would be saved from answering right away by the cab pulling up. Courteously, Mukuro opened the door for him before going around to the other side, asking for the driver to turn up the heat a bit. He was never going to get used to the cold.]

[kokuyoyo]

Ashamed, mostly.

[And, beyond that, Chikusa refuses to say anything more as he ducks into the cab. It's the return of the cold shoulder as he partially turns his body away from Mukuro, looking outside as they pass by building after building.]

[It's not only stubbornness that has him refuse to talk to Mukuro about the whole thing, but the presence of someone else, too. Even if this wasn't a sensitive topic, Chikusa is a private person. No one else should get insight into what's going on in his life, even if it's only bits and pieces.]

[And... what's happened with him and the demon in the past is very personal.]

[possedere]

Yet you enjoyed it all the same? What a good priest you are.

[Otherwise, he would leave Chikusa Kakimoto to his thoughts, drowsily leaning against the window as the quiet car ride started to lull him to sleep. It was only when the cab stopped that he opened his eyes, leaning forward to tip the cab driver before getting out, yawning slightly. The apartment complex wasn't anything too remarkable, just a squat little building in between a few stores, and Mukuro made his way in, heading up to the sixth floor.

He opened the apartment door with little difficulty, presenting the interior to Chikusa Kakimoto. Just kidding it looked more like this except tinier and with a comfy couch set down in front of a TV and random artwork hung all around. If the priest was adventrous enough, the bedroom looked like this.]

Make yourself comfortable. Would you like some tea?

[Mukuro shucked off his coat, draping it easily over one of the chairs as if he'd lived here forever instead of just a few days.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Well then. Chikusa isn't sure what he was expecting after hearing about the location Mukuro had chosen for his human dwelling. Yet he supposes he can't be surprised that it's leaps and bounds better than his simple and cheaply affordable little place. It's... chic. That's the word, he thinks, feeling more than a little awkward as he steps inside.]

[It's... been a long time since he's visited anyone's home. For anything other than business, anyway. As a priest, sometimes he's called upon for family troubles or to do last rites on the dying, but that's always in a purely professional sense. Being here for... a casual visit is new. Awkwardly he goes to settle down on the couch, definitely not adventurous enough to visit the bedroom.]

[...Besides, he can just imagine what the demon might say about that.]

Yes.

[His awkwardness carries into his voice, because he's even more unsure of what to say. Are you supposed to tell a demon that his apartment is nice? Chikusa suspects not. How did you even get a place like this anyway? He's not sure if he wants to know.]

[possedere]

[For once, Mukuro was going to leave the priest be and not point out the glaring weakness he was showing at the moment, heading into the kitchen to put the kettle on. It was different than in dreams, since he actually had to be mindful of everything, and if he wanted something not stocked in his pantry he couldn't just will it into existence.]

Are you still only drinking lemon tea or have you become adventurous, my cute priest?

[He paused, poking his head out of the kitchen to smirk.]

You can put your mind at ease. The couch isn't made of actual human skin and no murders were committed to get me here.

[kokuyoyo]

[As Mukuro pokes his head out, he'll be greeted by that typical slight frown Chikusa so often makes at him.]

I wasn't thinking that. [Except maybe a little.] And you don't have to call me that, either...

[But right. The question.]

...I've been trying white teas lately.

[possedere]

It's fine so long as it's not in public, isn't it?

[It probably wasn't fine but Mukuro was going to keep doing it anyway, and resistance was just going to be futile.

While it was good that the priest was getting out of his comfort zone, Mukuro hadn't adequately prepared. He frowned at his cabinets as if it was their fault, before sighing softly.]

I'll have some for next time. Would lemon be acceptable?

[kokuyoyo]

No.

[And they both know it. Still, Chikusa does know that the demon likely won't listen. After all, when has he ever? So he just adjusts himself on the couch, trying to seem calm and not wildly uncomfortable at all.]

[He's not very successful.]

[Still, he can't help but feel his lips twitch at the words that come from the kitchen.]

That's fine. Not so easy when it's not a dream, is it?