KHR Hell because fuck

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[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.

[possedere]

Anything you'd want to give me.

[Though he would definitely commission terrible and dirty things just because he'd like to imagine the priest's face as he was painting them. That and it just fit his aesthetic. He fit both of his hands around his mug of tea, crossing his ankles idly.]

I'm aware. But you've sketched me before. Are you saying you didn't do so while I was gone?

[kokuyoyo]

So a picture of the cross. Duly noted.

[It's exactly because of thoughts like that which earn words like this, Mukuro, just so you know.]

[His shoulders draw in closer to his body at the continued line of questioning. Always pressing, always vain...]

Perhaps a few times since we first met.

[possedere]

The more ornamental, the better. It'd be amusing to put over my bed.

[Mukuro gave the priest a probing look at that, mouth curled up slightly at the corners.

Even though the priest was clearly uncomfortable with the current line of conversation, Mukuro wasn't interested in letting it lie. His curiosity mixed with his vanity was a heady thing.]

May I see?

[kokuyoyo]

No.

[Well, that's certainly the fastest response he's ever given.]

[As subtly as he can manage, he shifts himself so the he's standing in the way of getting into the minuscule hallway which leads to the two bedrooms of the apartment. Well, one bedroom and one hobby room which is where most of his art supplies go.]

[The first time the demon went into his dreams, he showed quite the lack of care for personal space. Chikusa isn't expecting him to be much better just because he's a human.]

[possedere]

[That whip quick response was only going to make Mukuro's smirk sharpen, his gaze turning towards the long hallway that the priest was trying to block. It only made him that much more interested to see these sketches, since clearly they had to be sinful and good if the priest was so intent on hiding them from him.]

My, my, did you draw naughty things?

[He stood up, pressing up close against the priest in an effort to get him to shrink back or stand aside. If he didn't want to, well, that just meant he could enjoy the warmth of his skin against his own. He straightened so that his lips could almost brush against the priest's ear.]

Aren't you glad then that I'm here? The real thing is so much better than any sketch.