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[kokuyoyo]

...It doesn't make sense.

[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.

[possedere]

[This was not the sort of conversation Mukuro wanted to have when he was half-awake, the tea barely helping slice through the sleep fog he found himself in, and it seemed unfairly that the priest was a morning person. It put Mukuro at a disadvantage, his mask not securely in place yet, his charisma not charged to its fullest. Still, this was an opportunity, one that Mukuro had been waiting for, and he wasn't going to let it pass without a word.

He leaned forward, smile amused as he watched the priest collect his toast, head canted to the side.]

Are my actions a lie to you as well, priest? You already don't trust my words, so what else can I do to convince you?

[kokuyoyo]

[Are his actions a lie?]

[Reaching him through his teacher, one of the few personal ties he has with other people. Visiting him again and again. Taking on those tasks even when it seemed to greatly disgust him.]

[And... this. Taking a human body for his own and seeking him in particular out.]

...I suppose... if I said they were, then I'd be the liar.

[Placing a plate down in front of Mukuro, he gets a napkin for his own food.]

I have to leave or I'll be late.

[A bit of a change compared to what he was saying before.]

[possedere]

[Now that wasn't a response Mukuro was expecting. Obediently, he took a piece of toast, surprised that the priest had made one for him as well, raising an eyebrow at that confession.]

Don't think that this discussion is over, priest.

[But he would allow him to retreat for now, getting up from his stool, slathering jam onto the piece of toast. He came to stand by the priest, smirking at him from beneath his lashes.]

Keep your Saturday free.

[kokuyoyo]

[Almost immediately, his lips thin.]

You are quite presumptuous for someone I tried to kick out of my life.

[...Although maybe not for someone who invited him to his home and was successful. Chikusa tries to step around him and put some jam onto his own toast quickly.]

I make no promises.

[possedere]

Yet here we both are despite your best efforts.

[Mukuro smirked at him, pointedly staying in the way to lean in closer, tipping his chin up to let his gaze meet the priest's.]

Be sure to call me Chikusa Kakimoto. I'll be waiting.

[He stepped out of the way with a smug smirk, snacking on the toast idly.]

Do you need money to get home properly?

[kokuyoyo]

[Jaw set stubbornly, he hurries away from Mukuro and out of the kitchen the second he's able.]

I'll be perfectly fine. Please don't waste a Saturday expecting my own to be free.

[With that parting shot, he leaves, nibbling at the toast in annoyance as he waits on the sidewalk to call a cab.]

[...Needless to say, his Saturday ends up free.]

[Not that Chikusa is inclined to let Mukuro know that. No, instead, he curls up on his couch and lets the television serve as white noise while he tries to sleep the day away. He's sure the Lord, in all His mercy, will understand that some days he just isn't inclined to do anything with the return of a certain curveball in his life.]

[See? He can resist. He's not like some charmed schoolgirl swooning at just a little attention.]

[...Maybe a lot of attention, considering some things, but regardless. He's not letting the demon's ego grow too much.]

[possedere]

[Since Mukuro was a patient and generous overlord, he waited until noon for Chikusa Kakimoto's call before setting off to look for him. First he checked at the church to make sure he didn't have any duties, posing as a parishioner to ask a fellow priest where exactly his priest was.

It was adorable how his priest was waiting at home for him like some princess stuck up in her high tower. Mukuro made sure to take out his phone to call as he made his way towards the priest's new apartment, admiring the new neighborhood.]

[kokuyoyo]

[He's still half wrapped in the pleasant haze of sleep when his phone starts to buzz along the coffee table, hard and grating. Even with such a nuisance, however, it takes a few seconds still before it penetrates the fog of Chikusa's mind. Rubbing at his eyes, he checks the number...]

[...And almost hangs up on the demon right then and there.]

[Honestly, it's a strong temptation that takes up another few seconds before he sighs and answers.]

Hello. I'm going to be busy today, unfortunately.

[Busy sleeping, it counts.]

[possedere]

[It was a good thing for the priest that he did decide to answer, since Mukuro wasn't the type to give up after one unanswered call. It saved him some trouble, and it gave him room to laugh quietly at the priest's 'excuse'.]

Really? That's not what your fellow priests had to say. You have the day off, Chikusa Kakimoto. Have you always been this shy?

[kokuyoyo]

...My having the day off doesn't make me any less busy.

[Still... How frustrating. The demon is the type to do his work and actually look over the only other place he could be. He's not slow enough to miss the possible implication that the demon could be coming to his home next, and he reluctantly gets to his feet.]

I'm not shy.

[possedere]

Really? What do you have planned for today my cute little priest?

[Mukuro took the stairs up to the priest's apartment, humming as he took the steps one at a time.]

[kokuyoyo]

Must you call me that? I'm not yours by any stretch.

[He's also distinctly not answering as he makes the move to his room. He's still in his night clothes, after all, so he should at least look presentable when his unwanted guest arrives.]

[possedere]

You wound me, Chikusa Kakimoto. Who else knows you as intimately as I do?

[He paused, listening to what sounded like the rustling of clothing on the other line, laughing.]

Are you indecent right now priest? You don't need to change on my account.

[kokuyoyo]

[Unbidden, a rush of heat covers his face at the mention of intimacy, and he's thankful this is over the phone.]

The point remains. I'm not yours.

[And then the laughter... Pausing, he passes a hand over his face and sighs.]

I'm changing. That's all.

[possedere]

If you insist, my cute little priest.

[In one ear and out one other, pretty much.

That resigned sigh was only going to earn more laughter from Mukuro as he neared the floor where the priest was staying. Hey, no one ever said that Mukuro was a good person. Or even a person.]

What were you wearing before?

[It came out as a low, interested purr.]

Or did you slip into something more comfortable?

[kokuyoyo]

[And that's when Chikusa simply hangs up.]

[It's a really nice feeling. What a shame that he can only do that over the phone and not face to face.]

[Either way, he has to finish changing into clothes fit to be seen by another person- simple jeans and a long sleeved shirt, nothing fancy- and hesitantly goes to his kitchen to start up tea. It doesn't feel right not to, with the habit that has started up between them. Besides, he's not going to let a demon of all things outdo him in hospitality.]

[possedere]

[For a priest, Chikusa Kakimoto was pretty damn rude. It's a good thing that Mukuro found it endearing and hilarious instead of offensive like he should. Well, he would see what the priest had decided to wear soon enough.

He stopped outside of the priest's door, tucking his phone into his pocket, knocking politely.]

[kokuyoyo]

[For a second, Chikusa ponders not answering the door. He knows who it is on the other side, after all, and he knows the things he told himself before. He wouldn't rely on a demon for the things he wanted in his life, affection and purpose and feeling valued.]

[But... the tea is already made. And, even with his work, he still doesn't get many visitors.]

[So he answers the door, obviously still more than a little tentative and uncertain of his own actions as he looks over the demon.]

...You're very pushy.

[possedere]

More like I know what I want and how to get it. You should feel flattered, priest.

[Mukuro flashed the priest a smirk as he tried to peer into the apartment, perking up slightly at the smell of tea.]

My, my you shouldn't have. May I come in?

[While he wasn't like a vampire and needed to be invited in, the priest was already on edge enough, if his body language wasn't enough to go on. It was already stalkerish enough to know where the priest had moved without needing to ask anyone else his new address.]

[kokuyoyo]

I think you overestimate the value of your attention.

[Still, there's no need for Mukuro to try and be nosy. At the request to come inside, Chikusa indeed steps aside with a nod. A little easier than having to crane his neck a lot.]

[Chikusa's new apartment seems... lighter. The addition of a lot more windows than his prior living space seems to help there, with even a balcony leading out from the living room that's set to the right. It's pleasant enough, with even some attempts at decorating. It's not much at a glance- a rug in cool colors, some simple to care for small plants, a couple of fiction books stacked on the coffee table, the obligatory cross by the television. What may be of particular interest to Mukuro might be the paintings hanging from the wall, one a simple loosely abstract piece that can be recognized as a certain park in the city and the other a more typography piece quoting James 1:19. If he can tell these sort of things, they're both handpainted.]

[To the left is the kitchen, a small but simple space with a row of counters and just enough room for there to be space between them and the small table set there. Another window adds in more light, and the air around the kettle is still hot. Perhaps unsurprisingly, there's yet another cross hanging in here as well, plus a few smaller pictures that have been framed- black and white sketches of birds. A pair of mugs are set to the side, steam rising lazily out from them.]

[Closing the door behind Mukuro once he enters, Chikusa watches him quietly almost as if waiting for a reaction.]

[possedere]

Yet you still like it all the same.

[Mukuro breezed in with a smirk, doing a quiet lap around the apartment to take it all in. It was a lot more lived in than his old apartment, with more flourishes of personality strewn about. He liked the light and the paintings and the small coziness of it. It seemed as if the priest had lightened up quite a bit, and he wondered what other changes had happened these months that Mukuro had been locked away in his host body, trying to learn how to navigate it.

He headed into the kitchen wordlessly, peering at all the small sketches curiously, turning back to look at the priest with a small smile.]

Charming. Did you do all the paintings and sketches yourself? I must admit, I'd been curious to know what you'd been drawing in my absence.

[kokuyoyo]

[It shouldn't be so nervewracking to have the demon investigating his living spaces, but the whole time Chikusa is all too aware of his heart's pulse and the way his hairs stand up on the back of his neck. When Mukuro ducks into his kitchen, he follows behind quietly on padded feet.]

[The comment about his art isn't particularly surprising, but he still glances at the pictures on the wall.]

Yes. Painting seemed like the logical step up.

[Although it's been a bit difficult- even the simpler typography piece took ages as he wanted to get it just wait with no mess ups. Going to the counter, he picks up his mug and steps back away to linger in the living area. He doesn't want to get too close and let the demon get ideas.]

Why are you curious?

[possedere]

[If Mukuro noticed the effect his small inspection had, he was kind enough not to say anything as he sat down, enjoying the smell of the tea for a few moments before taking a sip.]

They're beautiful. Could I commission one from you?

[For all the things he disliked about humanity, he could never find fault with painting. He liked how expressive it was, how evocative. It didn't hurt that most paintings were a good look into the painter's mind. He was deathly curious to know what the priest would paint him, if anything.

The question made him smirk slightly, and he canted his gaze up towards the priest.]

You mean other than my general interest in your affairs? [He let that linger for a few moments before adding:] I was curious if you were still sketching me.

[Because vanity folks, he had it in spades.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Promptly, wariness weighs down on Chikusa's shoulders as he looks over the demon.]

...It depends on what you would commission.

[Knowing the demon, the subject matter could be anything. Honestly, he might even throw out suggestions just to see him sputter- Chikusa is well aware of that game. However, just as likely, it could be something utterly mundane, or even a self portrait.]

[...And speak of the devil. Chikusa frowns, jerking his head away to look into the living room.]

There are plenty of things to sketch in the world besides you, you realize.