[Of course. It's never long before one of those jokes came into being. Accepting his tea, Chikusa sighs into it which seems to help it cool a little.]
Is that all you wanted to do in that body? [He tests the temperature of the tea with his mouth, glancing at Mukuro from the corner of his eyes.] Tease me as usual and make innuendo?
[That can't be it... And he can't think they can go to how things were during their agreement. At least, Chikusa can't imagine he would. That time... is past. Even as pleasurable and relaxing as the touches were, he only did those things for a reason.]
[There's no reason now. He tells himself that firmly.]
My, my, should I do something different? I suppose I could go to church every Sunday and spend time with you there, but it might make things difficult for you.
[Mukuro yawned slightly before taking a sip of his tea, the hot liquid failing to rouse him. Undoubtedly within the next half hour he'd be sound asleep, so it bore asking:]
Would you like to stay the night?
[And before the priest could start flailing, he waved a hand dismissively.]
I would take the couch, unless you've missed having me in bed.
If you can't keep your lascivious comments to yourself, I shudder to imagine how you would be in a holy place.
[Although, for his use of wording, Chikkusa's tone is as deadpan as usual... Well, that can't be helped.]
[True enough, the invitation earns a sharp twitch of his fingers, and there's a look of wariness and puzzlement as he glances at Mukuro from the corner of his eyes. Is this a trick of some sort...? He wants to believe it, because that would be easier, but the demon really does seem genuinely exhausted.]
...I don't have a change of clothes, or anything else.
[Oh now that question was going to have Mukuro straightening slightly, sending the priest an amused look.]
Jealous?
[It was mostly teasing, so he added:]
As difficult as it might be for you to believe, I have people I look after or some who want to visit me. I'd be an ungracious host if I couldn't provide the basics for them.
[After all, the demon had "looked after" him and look where it had gotten Chikusa. Or maybe they don't even realize what's happened- that body was once another human's after all. Such a line of thought only serves to make Chikusa frown more.]
[Maybe... he shouldn't try to leave the demon alone after all.]
...It is getting late. So long as you don't get up to your usual tricks...
[But if that exhaustion is genuine, Chikusa doesn't think he'll have to worry.]
Why should you be? I've never left you unsatisfied, have I?
[Still, since the priest seemed to be agreeing to stay the night, Mukuro painstakingly unfolded himself from the couch, gathering up his mug and draining it as he went into the kitchen. He rinsed it out and left it to dry before heading back towards the living room, gesturing for the priest to follow him.
Guess Chikusa Kakimoto was going to be adventurous today after all. He flipped the light switch on, heading into the room to dig out the toiletries from under the sink.]
Tooth brush, tooth paste, floss, disposable razor if you need one, and spare towels are in that cabinet over there if you need to take a shower in the morning.
[And Mukuro knows it, which is why Chikusa doesn't say anything else as he pushes himself up. It's getting increasingly hard not to watch the demon, curiosity keeping pale eyes locked onto the slow shuffle and weight to his legs. It's fascinating; he can't help himself. It feels like a privilege, seeing something which has always presented itself smooth and elegant and predatory reduced to human restrictions.]
No, that's fine. Besides, I suspect you'll lose consciousness in a moment, so I wouldn't want to overburden you.
[It was muttered darkly, since Mukuro could neither argue that he wouldn't pass out soon enough, instead leaving the priest to his own devices as he set about gathering blankets and pillows to bring with him to the couch, pausing in the doorway.]
Good night, Chikusa Kakimoto.
[For all intents and purposes, as soon as he settled down on the couch and had situated it to his liking, he was going to be out like a light.]
[It'd be a simple matter to reply emptily- a nod of his head, or a bland return of the same- and Chikusa supposes he should. There's no more bond between them, not really, no contract or anything of the sort.]
[Yet for a moment, he stands there staring at the demon in the dimness of the apartment, rolling the words around in his mouth and tasting them on his tongue before releasing them.]
Good night, Mukuro.
[The first time he's used his name all night. It feels strange.]
[He beats a hasty retreat into the bathroom after that, stripping down to what he's comfortable with (which is still somewhat covered up). He doesn't waste much time cleaning up before heading for the bedroom. He probably doesn't want to know what's happened on this bed, and, even after he's done kneeling for his nightly prayers, Chikusa tries to keep them constant in his head as he lays there.]
[It takes a little while for him to find sleep. Unsurprisingly, with where he is, he's soon up early to rise as well. Wearing the same shirt and pants as the night before is a strange new experience, as is waking up in a place not his own. It feels surreal, almost as if he's still asleep, even as he shuffles into the living room.]
[Unfortunately Mukuro didn't have much of an opportunity to celebrate or feel victorious about the priest addressing him ( even if it was somewhat erroneously, he knew that he omitted the '-sama' just to be rude at this point ).
Waking up was still a strange experience for him, a groggy, slow reaction. It didn't help that Mukuro had slept oddly on the couch, and there was a pain in his neck. He blinked his eyes blearily as he watched the priest shuffle into the room, rubbing his eyes as he tried to recall last night event's. Ah, right. Surprisingly, the priest had stayed over.]
Do you have time for breakfast?
[It came out rough, groggy, Mukuro sitting up, his hair in worse disarray than it usually was. It was as if instead of just having pineapple hair, he had a whole bushel of them.]
[It's because you don't deserve the '-sama', Mukuro, and that's that.]
[A lesser man, seeing the state Mukuro is in, would probably choke on their own laughter. Chikusa isn't a lesser man. He's a man who's obsessively focused on controlling his own life and gets annoyed when his emotions aren't so easy. So he doesn't laugh at the bussel of pineapples, just takes in a slow deep breath and wonders if he'll have enough time to get his camera.]
...It seems like you need a few moments to recover before you even think of making breakfast.
If Mukuro was aware of Chikusa Kakimoto's thoughts, he didn't show it, pushing the blankets off of him sluggishly. He wouldn't argue with the priest's astute observation, sitting on the couch for a few moments as he centered himself back in the mortal vessel he was inhabiting. He hoped with time it would get easier, and it had been, but for now waking up was still an immense chore.]
Tea helps.
[Which might be the shortest sentence he had ever uttered, and instead of it being coy or a command, it sounded like a suggestion.]
[He goes off into the kitchen, feeling a bit strange from the unfamiliarity of it, but a kitchen is a kitchen. It doesn't take him long for him to get the kettle ready. As the water boils, he disappears back into the bedroom to get his cassock folded and ready, along with fetching his phone.]
[Yes, he absolutely is snapping a picture as he goes back into the kitchen, Mukuro.]
[Nodding sleepily, Mukuro stretched slightly, turning to fumble for his phone. It was far earlier in the morning than what he would have liked, but perhaps as soon as the priest had left he could go right back to sleep.
Slowly, he got to his feet, yawning widely, running a hand through his hair ( which only made it worse ) as he headed into the kitchen, eyes narrowing slightly when he found it empty.]
Priest-
[He paused as he heard footsteps, turning around with a small scowl.]
[Mukuro didn't look too convinced, but it was far too early to argue and if the priest wanted pictures of him, he was only going to assume it was for certain reasons.
Yawning, Mukuro sat down on one of the bar stools, head drooping slightly as he hummed in reply.]
You were taking too long. You'll have to leave soon without having a chance to eat.
I was gone for perhaps a minute, if I'm being generous.
[Setting things down on the counter, he starts to flick through the cupboards for something quick to make. If nothing else, he's sure he can manage toast.]
Unlike you, I've been in a human body all my life. I'm well aware of how to take care of it.
[Getting the bread out, he goes to set it in the toaster before looking back to him. It's still striking how vulnerable and soft the demon is like this. For a second, he doesn't realize he's been staring, and he shakes his head when he does.]
[...Besides. The tea kettle is whistling now, and he quickly goes to get the mugs ready. The steam wafting up, warm and wet, helps clean away any remaining sleep from his brain.]
I preferred it. You didn't bother me, and were manageable.
[With the tea ready, he lets it steep as he places one mug in front of Mukuro.]
...What do you want out of this? It can't simply be my company.
[With a small sigh of satisfaction, Mukuro accepted his mug, sugaring it far more than necessary. He scowled slightly at that assessment, canting his head up to look at the priest.]
Shouldn't you see it more as I followed the instructions you gave me? Though I'll take some comfort in the fact that I got you into my bed the first night I took you home.
[Even if he wasn't in it at the same time, but idle victories he would take.
The repeated question, however, made him frown into his tea, taking a sip to fortify himself.]
You already know the answer to that, Chikusa Kakimoto. How many times are you going to ask before you're satisfied?
[With that, he retreats back to the sound of the toaster going off. This will have to be quick, but that's fine. In his work, he's often rushed breakfast so that he would be there at the church early and getting everything set up.]
[Instead of falling completely silent, however, he still continues talking quiet.
I can't wrap my head around it. You've toyed with how little I know about others before.... but you keep pressing as if you have genuine interest.
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Is that all you wanted to do in that body? [He tests the temperature of the tea with his mouth, glancing at Mukuro from the corner of his eyes.] Tease me as usual and make innuendo?
[That can't be it... And he can't think they can go to how things were during their agreement. At least, Chikusa can't imagine he would. That time... is past. Even as pleasurable and relaxing as the touches were, he only did those things for a reason.]
[There's no reason now. He tells himself that firmly.]
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[Mukuro yawned slightly before taking a sip of his tea, the hot liquid failing to rouse him. Undoubtedly within the next half hour he'd be sound asleep, so it bore asking:]
Would you like to stay the night?
[And before the priest could start flailing, he waved a hand dismissively.]
I would take the couch, unless you've missed having me in bed.
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[Although, for his use of wording, Chikkusa's tone is as deadpan as usual... Well, that can't be helped.]
[True enough, the invitation earns a sharp twitch of his fingers, and there's a look of wariness and puzzlement as he glances at Mukuro from the corner of his eyes. Is this a trick of some sort...? He wants to believe it, because that would be easier, but the demon really does seem genuinely exhausted.]
...I don't have a change of clothes, or anything else.
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[Instead of winking, Mukuro just yawned afterwards, shaking his head slowly as if to try to shake himself awake.
The priest's protests were sound ones, and placing his mug of tea on the coffee table, Mukuro just leaned back into the couch, curling up a little.]
Does a priest wear anything different day to day? You could leave early enough. If you need toiletries, I have extra.
[It definitely had nothing to do with Mukuro being vain as hell. Nope.]
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[Now that's an idea that would make him shudder... Although if he woke up particularly early...]
[His plans are disrupted, and he takes a sip of his tea trying not to seem too suspicious.]
Oh, do you have many visitors then?
[Orgy joke from earlier, what orgy joke]
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Jealous?
[It was mostly teasing, so he added:]
As difficult as it might be for you to believe, I have people I look after or some who want to visit me. I'd be an ungracious host if I couldn't provide the basics for them.
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[After all, the demon had "looked after" him and look where it had gotten Chikusa. Or maybe they don't even realize what's happened- that body was once another human's after all. Such a line of thought only serves to make Chikusa frown more.]
[Maybe... he shouldn't try to leave the demon alone after all.]
...It is getting late. So long as you don't get up to your usual tricks...
[But if that exhaustion is genuine, Chikusa doesn't think he'll have to worry.]
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[Still, since the priest seemed to be agreeing to stay the night, Mukuro painstakingly unfolded himself from the couch, gathering up his mug and draining it as he went into the kitchen. He rinsed it out and left it to dry before heading back towards the living room, gesturing for the priest to follow him.
Guess Chikusa Kakimoto was going to be adventurous today after all. He flipped the light switch on, heading into the room to dig out the toiletries from under the sink.]
Tooth brush, tooth paste, floss, disposable razor if you need one, and spare towels are in that cabinet over there if you need to take a shower in the morning.
[He yawned widely, stretching.]
Do you need anything else?
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[And Mukuro knows it, which is why Chikusa doesn't say anything else as he pushes himself up. It's getting increasingly hard not to watch the demon, curiosity keeping pale eyes locked onto the slow shuffle and weight to his legs. It's fascinating; he can't help himself. It feels like a privilege, seeing something which has always presented itself smooth and elegant and predatory reduced to human restrictions.]
No, that's fine. Besides, I suspect you'll lose consciousness in a moment, so I wouldn't want to overburden you.
[Sarcasm or genuine? The world will never know.]
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[It was muttered darkly, since Mukuro could neither argue that he wouldn't pass out soon enough, instead leaving the priest to his own devices as he set about gathering blankets and pillows to bring with him to the couch, pausing in the doorway.]
Good night, Chikusa Kakimoto.
[For all intents and purposes, as soon as he settled down on the couch and had situated it to his liking, he was going to be out like a light.]
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[Yet for a moment, he stands there staring at the demon in the dimness of the apartment, rolling the words around in his mouth and tasting them on his tongue before releasing them.]
Good night, Mukuro.
[The first time he's used his name all night. It feels strange.]
[He beats a hasty retreat into the bathroom after that, stripping down to what he's comfortable with (which is still somewhat covered up). He doesn't waste much time cleaning up before heading for the bedroom. He probably doesn't want to know what's happened on this bed, and, even after he's done kneeling for his nightly prayers, Chikusa tries to keep them constant in his head as he lays there.]
[It takes a little while for him to find sleep. Unsurprisingly, with where he is, he's soon up early to rise as well. Wearing the same shirt and pants as the night before is a strange new experience, as is waking up in a place not his own. It feels surreal, almost as if he's still asleep, even as he shuffles into the living room.]
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Waking up was still a strange experience for him, a groggy, slow reaction. It didn't help that Mukuro had slept oddly on the couch, and there was a pain in his neck. He blinked his eyes blearily as he watched the priest shuffle into the room, rubbing his eyes as he tried to recall last night event's. Ah, right. Surprisingly, the priest had stayed over.]
Do you have time for breakfast?
[It came out rough, groggy, Mukuro sitting up, his hair in worse disarray than it usually was. It was as if instead of just having pineapple hair, he had a whole bushel of them.]
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[A lesser man, seeing the state Mukuro is in, would probably choke on their own laughter. Chikusa isn't a lesser man. He's a man who's obsessively focused on controlling his own life and gets annoyed when his emotions aren't so easy. So he doesn't laugh at the bussel of pineapples, just takes in a slow deep breath and wonders if he'll have enough time to get his camera.]
...It seems like you need a few moments to recover before you even think of making breakfast.
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If Mukuro was aware of Chikusa Kakimoto's thoughts, he didn't show it, pushing the blankets off of him sluggishly. He wouldn't argue with the priest's astute observation, sitting on the couch for a few moments as he centered himself back in the mortal vessel he was inhabiting. He hoped with time it would get easier, and it had been, but for now waking up was still an immense chore.]
Tea helps.
[Which might be the shortest sentence he had ever uttered, and instead of it being coy or a command, it sounded like a suggestion.]
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[He goes off into the kitchen, feeling a bit strange from the unfamiliarity of it, but a kitchen is a kitchen. It doesn't take him long for him to get the kettle ready. As the water boils, he disappears back into the bedroom to get his cassock folded and ready, along with fetching his phone.]
[Yes, he absolutely is snapping a picture as he goes back into the kitchen, Mukuro.]
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Slowly, he got to his feet, yawning widely, running a hand through his hair ( which only made it worse ) as he headed into the kitchen, eyes narrowing slightly when he found it empty.]
Priest-
[He paused as he heard footsteps, turning around with a small scowl.]
What's all this?
['All this' being that phone of his.]
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[Just a picture of him at his most ridiculous. Chikusa tucks his phone away again, going over to search for mugs.]
I thought you'd wait for tea.
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Yawning, Mukuro sat down on one of the bar stools, head drooping slightly as he hummed in reply.]
You were taking too long. You'll have to leave soon without having a chance to eat.
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[Setting things down on the counter, he starts to flick through the cupboards for something quick to make. If nothing else, he's sure he can manage toast.]
You're quite concerned about my eating habits.
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[It was mumbled meaningfully into Mukuro's arms as he nestled his face into them, yawning slightly.
The sound of the priest rummaging around in his cabinets made him glance up blearily, arching an eyebrow.]
Should I not be? Have you been taking proper care of yourself?
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[Getting the bread out, he goes to set it in the toaster before looking back to him. It's still striking how vulnerable and soft the demon is like this. For a second, he doesn't realize he's been staring, and he shakes his head when he does.]
...You can go back to sleep if you want.
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I still know how to take care of human bodies, despite not being born into one.
[Okay, maybe he wasn't that lethargic, his smirk small and knowing, before he shot the priest an amused look at his suggestion.]
I'll see you out. It's the least I can do for being such a lacking host.
[Besides he was probably going to nap for a good hour after the priest left, not that he needed to know that.]
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[...Besides. The tea kettle is whistling now, and he quickly goes to get the mugs ready. The steam wafting up, warm and wet, helps clean away any remaining sleep from his brain.]
I preferred it. You didn't bother me, and were manageable.
[With the tea ready, he lets it steep as he places one mug in front of Mukuro.]
...What do you want out of this? It can't simply be my company.
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Shouldn't you see it more as I followed the instructions you gave me? Though I'll take some comfort in the fact that I got you into my bed the first night I took you home.
[Even if he wasn't in it at the same time, but idle victories he would take.
The repeated question, however, made him frown into his tea, taking a sip to fortify himself.]
You already know the answer to that, Chikusa Kakimoto. How many times are you going to ask before you're satisfied?
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[With that, he retreats back to the sound of the toaster going off. This will have to be quick, but that's fine. In his work, he's often rushed breakfast so that he would be there at the church early and getting everything set up.]
[Instead of falling completely silent, however, he still continues talking quiet.
I can't wrap my head around it. You've toyed with how little I know about others before.... but you keep pressing as if you have genuine interest.
It's.... frustrating.
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