[...Oh. Hilariously enough- at least for anyone who wasn't Chikusa- the very idea of what Mukukro might be imagining has him freeze. That hadn't occurred to him before, but it's the kind of thing a demon might do, isn't it? To just sit there, purring in that delectable- deplorable voice of his all the things Chikusa most certainly didn't draw. He'd even have fun with it.]
[Horrifying.]
...Please don't.
[Really. Please.]
[The next subject is still a bit weird to him, like so many of the things Mukuro fixates on, but Chikusa lets himself be led down it in preference to talking about the sketchbook.]
It's still mostly warm... But a few times. When it's been cold enough.
[He's not sure how he feels about the demon being around for the season where wearing warm hats is going to be more and more common.]
Too late. Maybe you should show me what you've done before I imagine worse.
[It was said with a soft laugh, Mukuro tipping his chin up, eyes glittering mischievously. Or perhaps more aptly, sinfully.
Still, talking about Chikusa Kakimoto's growing collection of hats was also relevant to his interest, and he spent a few moments to appreciate the fact that he had managed to gain control of his host body in time for the winter season.]
I see. [You know that imaging thing you were so against priest? Doing it again and most likely with Chikusa Kakimoto not wearing anything but a hat.] At the very least, I'll know what to get you as a present.
I only have your word that you're not already at the worst imaginings you can come up with.
[He's starting to regret that he didn't make himself more tea. In the fact of this conversation, there's not much he can do besides determinedly not make eye contact at the more embarrassing things that come out of Mukuro's mouth. Idly, his fingers tease the pages of his book.]
[Blissfully unaware of the things Mukuro is now thinking, Chikusa shrugs.]
I don't ask for much. Please don't bother yourself with it.
[Please don't both him with it. He's worried about what a demon might get him, even for something as inconspicuous as a hat.]
[With a small chuckle, Mukuro held up his hands as if to defend himself, smile almost guileless.]
Guilty. I can only imagine what you wanted to sketch out. Do you prefer to have your subjects somewhat clothed or fully nude?
[It was asked idly, as if he was asking something as mundane as a favorite color or favorite food.
Though that second comment was enough to make Mukuro shake his head, letting his hands drop back down to his sides. Bored of just sitting on the couch, he got up to wander around the living room to inspect everything more closely, stopping in front of the paintings, letting his hands ghost against the tops of any vertical surface as he walked.]
You wouldn't want a hat from me but a trip to another country is acceptable? What a strange man you are, Chikusa Kakimoto.
[This is exactly what he was talking about, although at least his tone is... normal. In that way, it only makes the situation feel strange and awkward for him instead of humiliatingly embarrassing.]
[...No, it's still a little embarrassing, and Chikusa's posture is decidedly stiff.]
I told you it was chaste. Besides, I've never seen you nude. [...Wait-] Not an invitation.
[Balls.]
[Mouth twitching at his own folly, Chikusa watches the demon roam the room and finally closes the book. Another frown as he puts it to the side.]
I never accepted your proposal, if you'll recall. I know better than to pretend you would behave yourself in such a situation.
[It was probably a good thing that Chikusa Kakimoto was so quick to be clear about his intentions, because Mukuro had already been shooting the priest an amused look over his shoulder.]
Most human bodies are similar. You've never sketched or painted nude models before?
[Once he had inspected the living room to his satisfaction, he wandered back into the kitchen, intending to make more tea for himself since his own cup had long since gone cold and he hadn't had the chance to finish it.
The thought of 'behaving' himself was a ludicrous one, but for Mukuro, he had been 'behaving' so far.]
You never rejected it either, priest. [He combed his fingers through his hair, debating about whether he should put it up now or wait a little longer for it to dry.] And I have been behaving. We're not rutting on your couch, are we?
[If he was talking about earlier, Mukuro had merely been talking. The priest couldn't call that bad behavior.]
I think you overestimate the amount of training I've gotten from other people.
[This isn't a hobby he's ventured after in any professional manner. It had been something started, well... simply because he was awkward and quiet and distant as a child. Drawing had been a distraction and an excuse. As he'd gotten older, he'd simply... never stopped. An easy habit, easy electives in school, something to do with his hands simply to fill the void in his own self.]
[And these days, now, something to try and give a little more purpose to his life. To make him seem a little more like an actual human instead of something pretending to live.]
[The inappropriate comment draws out the usual flush, and he gets to his feet.]
Self-taught? I suppose that's not surprising. Your skill level in other areas exceeded that of your teacher's.
[To keep his hair out of the way, Mukuro tied it back, glancing over when he heard the priest get up, smirking at that tell tale flush. Sometimes it was too easy.]
Hardly. I wasn't the one terribly aroused. [Well, perhaps not as visibly as the priest had been, anyway. He paused, tapping his finger against his lips thoughtfully.] Though that does remind me: I still have yet to collect my payment from last time. When would be a good time for you, priest?
[He turned to face him fully, leaning back against the counter, looking politely interested.]
[So he's not going to pay it any mind besides that simple dismissal.]
[Like all their other times together, he knows that's not going to be end of the demon's lewd words. A distraction of some sort is needed, something to drag his mind out from the gutter for even a temporary second. He drifts towards the hall, something in mind, before the demon's words stop him in his place. Even with his usual control, his expression is twisted slightly into a look of incredulous surprise.]
[Wow rude Chikusa Kakimoto. And then he wondered why Mukuro would resort to just saying lewd things. Apparently they were the only thing that the priest would listen to and react to from him.
That look on the priest's face was enough to make him sigh, shaking his head as he took a seat back at the table, waiting idly for tea. If he continued, he had a feeling he'd be kicked out or get more tea for his trouble so he'd continue to 'behave' for now.]
Nothing priest. Are you going to show me some of your other sketches if I can't see what you've drawn of me?
[Because as far as he's concerned... the demon lost his chance for payment that final dream they had met one another in. After all, those are only dreams. Supernatural dreams, but still dreams- something in his mind and not his body.]
[To continue like this... Something physical, something concrete.... Chikusa isn't sure he could go through with it anyway, no matter how much his body might long for that skilled touch. He can't just disregard his vows so easily for a little bit of physical fleeting pleasure.]
[If he tells himself that enough times, maybe his body will eventually listen.]
[After a second of thin lipped staring, he slowly nods.]
Yes. Hold on, please.
[He's gone for only a couple of minutes before he's padding back with a worn sketchbook in hand. Wordlessly, he hands it over to Mukuro.]
[The surprise- the first page in it is clearly torn from another sketchbook.... and it's of Mukuro himself with his fruit basket of a sleepy hairstyle , slumped and miserable against a hint of a counter. It clearly doesn't fit the rest of the subject matter in the sketchbook, which is Chikusa's various attempts to get animals right. He's still working on it, but there's marked improvement since the dates scribbled in each corner say he's been going steadily throughout the month.]
[...the Mukuro piece is rather recent, judging by its own little stamp of time.]
Unfortunately, Mukuro still considered the debt outstanding, but he would wait in order to cash in. Fleeting physical pleasure was correct. He was in this for the long haul, for better or for worse. He wasn't keen on ruining months of hard work just for a few moments of release.
The tea was done by the time that the priest returned, and Mukuro poured himself a cup, glancing over his shoulder.]
Did you want some too, priest? And can you keep it confined in your cup this time?
[He took the offered sketchbook, expecting to see sketches of wildlife or of the city or more Bible verses, but his eyes widened slightly at the sight of himself at the first page. He settled down at the table, turning it over curiously in his hands before really taking it in. Just the one page implies that there are more, and while he can't say that he enjoyed how upset he looked in the picture it was still... chaste as the priest had said.]
I would have thought if you truly sketched me at all it would be burning in the fires of hell. Can I keep this?
[He held the page up just in case there was any question as to what he was talking about.]
[Still, after the last event, he thinks they should be fine on that front. His thoughts aren't entirely on tea, however. Instead, he's watching the demon's expression carefully, and it's not what he was expecting.]
[...Then again, he's not sure what he was expecting in the first place.]
[Leaving his sketches to be perused, he goes to refill his mug of tea. There's a nervousness burning in the pit of his stomach that he hopes he can drown, so he doesn't want to waste his cup again either. It'd help if he didn't almost drop it at the sound of those words, although thankfully it's still just barely off the counter when the demon speaks.]
...I'm surprised to hear that but... if you really want it, I suppose it's not a problem.
[Carefully done, artfully done, but a reminder of the vulnerable mess the demon had shown himself as during that visit Chikusa had made and the time ha had stayed over.]
I thought you would prefer something that put you in a better light.
As I said before: you would get a swelled head and that's the last thing anyone needs, let alone myself.
[Although it seems like even this sort of picture isn't enough to puncture that ego in any manner... Chikusa supposes it can't be helped. Leaning back against the counter, he blows over his tea.]
I hope you don't plan on taking the whole sketchbook. I still have pages to fill, and I don't want to waste money on a new one until I'm finished.
If you really had an issue with it, would you have let me back in so easily? Everyone should be allowed and forgiven for their flaws. Isn't that right, priest?
[Mukuro shot him an amused look, taking a careful sip of his tea, pushing the sketchbook back a bit just in case he managed to spill any.
He snorted slightly at the priest's stinginess, waving a hand airily.]
The one sketch will do for now. Though I thought priests were supposed to be generous. Should I pay for the sketch?
I'm being plenty generous allowing you into my house despite... everything else.
[Being a demon. Wanting him to betray his vows. So many other things.]
[Still... That is making him think, and his response is a bit distant.]
You don't have to pay for it. I already said you could keep it.
[If he's in a human body with human weaknesses... Chikusa can't help but wonder about things. Does that mean he has what little advantages a human body possesses? Rubbing his fingers against warm ceramic, Chikusa finally gives voice to his thoughts.]
On forgiveness... Can you do good deeds without it distressing you now?
[It was said idly enough as Mukuro flipped through a few more pages, settling on a sketch of an owl, admiring it with keen interest for a few extra moments before flipping the page.
He glanced back up at the question, frowning slightly, resting his elbows on the table.]
Why do you ask, Chikusa Kakimoto?
[While good deeds weren't as abhorrent to him so that it effected him physically now, he still didn't like the idea of them, which was cause enough not to perform them. However, if the priest was looking to rekindle their contract, well. He might be interested.]
[...That again... Chikusa's fingers curl tighter around his mug. He remembers this method. It could have nearly cut him off from one of the few things in his life that truly matter, left him drifting in the wind and feeling isolated. Or, not feeling, but... realizing.]
[But it's different now. He tells himself that firmly.]
It's not like that anymore.
[Things are changing.]
[It feels better to move onto a different topic, and he shifts. That seemed to get rid of the demon's good mood, so he wonders if this kind of possession isn't enough even now.]
Really? Is that why you're free and alone on a Saturday priest?
[It wasn't as sharp or pointed a question as it had been in the past, instead it was more curious than anything. His gaze stayed strictly on the sketchbook though, unsure of how he should feel about this development. For one thing, if the priest was actually starting to form bonds with others around him, it would be more difficult for him to become attached to Mukuro. But impeding those bond formations would drive a wedge between them as well. He'd just have to be confident in his ability to charm nearly anyone.
While Mukuro despised giving up any information about himself or about his abilities, especially to a priest who already excelled at exorcising demons, there was a large part of him who wanted the priest to understand what he had to do in order to get a vessel.]
Everything is dulled in this body, but not enough to where it still doesn't irritate me to do good deeds. I'm still what I am, after all.
....If I made plans with anyone or for anywhere, I know you'd merely crash them because you do as you please.
[Also- and perhaps he should be a bit embarrassed about this- but he'd been hoping to nap the day away. It's not something a priest should really do, wasting the day by being lazy. Still, so long as no one found out, well... He could get away with it just this once.]
[His own personal life isn't important. Instead, he focuses on the demon as he talks more, fascinated. He is what he is... Chikusa supposes that's true. A body is merely a vessel for the soul. It can't change the nature of a being that's existed for hundreds of years, entrenched in its ways. So... What benefit is there to a demon to do such a thing?]
[For a brief second, Chikusa can't look at him any longer and his gaze flicks away. He knows. He's asked the question enough.]
...If you succeeded in getting what you wanted from me... What then?
[No, no the priest was one hundred percent accurate. Mukuro wasn't sure whether he should be pleased or annoyed that Chikusa Kakimoto already knew him well enough to determine that, but instead settled on going for being pleased by it. It meant the priest was paying attention, if nothing else.
That familiar question, asked over and over again, would have worn on him if it didn't mean that the priest still wasn't trying to make sense of this and hadn't decided to shut him out for good yet. It didn't make it any less irritating having to repeat himself.
He leaned forward with a sharp grin, head tilted to the side.]
We'll defile each other and sin until our mortal bodies wither away. Then spend an eternity in hell.
[Okay but was that the actual truth or just sarcasm? Probably a shocking amount of the former.]
Perhaps I should be asking what you want from me. What you truly want, and not just the answer you think is moral and right.
[Well. Points for what he suspects is honesty, and Chikusa is fairly certain that's what the demon's words are. From day 1, he's proven that the truths he's most comfortable with are the awful ones. What's more awful than eternity in hell?]
[To produce creatures like demons... To drag those who've sinned... Perhaps the scriptures aren't perfect in their knowledge of that place, but with all the evidence around it, Chikusa knows well enough that he doesn't want to be in such a place. His faith only has a little to do with it.]
[No amount of earthly pleasures could warrant going there.]
[He's not surprised at the answer, his frown directed into his tea, but he stiffens as the question is turned on himself.]
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[Horrifying.]
...Please don't.
[Really. Please.]
[The next subject is still a bit weird to him, like so many of the things Mukuro fixates on, but Chikusa lets himself be led down it in preference to talking about the sketchbook.]
It's still mostly warm... But a few times. When it's been cold enough.
[He's not sure how he feels about the demon being around for the season where wearing warm hats is going to be more and more common.]
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[It was said with a soft laugh, Mukuro tipping his chin up, eyes glittering mischievously. Or perhaps more aptly, sinfully.
Still, talking about Chikusa Kakimoto's growing collection of hats was also relevant to his interest, and he spent a few moments to appreciate the fact that he had managed to gain control of his host body in time for the winter season.]
I see. [You know that imaging thing you were so against priest? Doing it again and most likely with Chikusa Kakimoto not wearing anything but a hat.] At the very least, I'll know what to get you as a present.
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[He's starting to regret that he didn't make himself more tea. In the fact of this conversation, there's not much he can do besides determinedly not make eye contact at the more embarrassing things that come out of Mukuro's mouth. Idly, his fingers tease the pages of his book.]
[Blissfully unaware of the things Mukuro is now thinking, Chikusa shrugs.]
I don't ask for much. Please don't bother yourself with it.
[Please don't both him with it. He's worried about what a demon might get him, even for something as inconspicuous as a hat.]
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Guilty. I can only imagine what you wanted to sketch out. Do you prefer to have your subjects somewhat clothed or fully nude?
[It was asked idly, as if he was asking something as mundane as a favorite color or favorite food.
Though that second comment was enough to make Mukuro shake his head, letting his hands drop back down to his sides. Bored of just sitting on the couch, he got up to wander around the living room to inspect everything more closely, stopping in front of the paintings, letting his hands ghost against the tops of any vertical surface as he walked.]
You wouldn't want a hat from me but a trip to another country is acceptable? What a strange man you are, Chikusa Kakimoto.
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[...No, it's still a little embarrassing, and Chikusa's posture is decidedly stiff.]
I told you it was chaste. Besides, I've never seen you nude. [...Wait-] Not an invitation.
[Balls.]
[Mouth twitching at his own folly, Chikusa watches the demon roam the room and finally closes the book. Another frown as he puts it to the side.]
I never accepted your proposal, if you'll recall. I know better than to pretend you would behave yourself in such a situation.
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Most human bodies are similar. You've never sketched or painted nude models before?
[Once he had inspected the living room to his satisfaction, he wandered back into the kitchen, intending to make more tea for himself since his own cup had long since gone cold and he hadn't had the chance to finish it.
The thought of 'behaving' himself was a ludicrous one, but for Mukuro, he had been 'behaving' so far.]
You never rejected it either, priest. [He combed his fingers through his hair, debating about whether he should put it up now or wait a little longer for it to dry.] And I have been behaving. We're not rutting on your couch, are we?
[If he was talking about earlier, Mukuro had merely been talking. The priest couldn't call that bad behavior.]
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[This isn't a hobby he's ventured after in any professional manner. It had been something started, well... simply because he was awkward and quiet and distant as a child. Drawing had been a distraction and an excuse. As he'd gotten older, he'd simply... never stopped. An easy habit, easy electives in school, something to do with his hands simply to fill the void in his own self.]
[And these days, now, something to try and give a little more purpose to his life. To make him seem a little more like an actual human instead of something pretending to live.]
[The inappropriate comment draws out the usual flush, and he gets to his feet.]
You came close.
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[To keep his hair out of the way, Mukuro tied it back, glancing over when he heard the priest get up, smirking at that tell tale flush. Sometimes it was too easy.]
Hardly. I wasn't the one terribly aroused. [Well, perhaps not as visibly as the priest had been, anyway. He paused, tapping his finger against his lips thoughtfully.] Though that does remind me: I still have yet to collect my payment from last time. When would be a good time for you, priest?
[He turned to face him fully, leaning back against the counter, looking politely interested.]
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[So he's not going to pay it any mind besides that simple dismissal.]
[Like all their other times together, he knows that's not going to be end of the demon's lewd words. A distraction of some sort is needed, something to drag his mind out from the gutter for even a temporary second. He drifts towards the hall, something in mind, before the demon's words stop him in his place. Even with his usual control, his expression is twisted slightly into a look of incredulous surprise.]
Pardon?
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That look on the priest's face was enough to make him sigh, shaking his head as he took a seat back at the table, waiting idly for tea. If he continued, he had a feeling he'd be kicked out or get more tea for his trouble so he'd continue to 'behave' for now.]
Nothing priest. Are you going to show me some of your other sketches if I can't see what you've drawn of me?
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[Because as far as he's concerned... the demon lost his chance for payment that final dream they had met one another in. After all, those are only dreams. Supernatural dreams, but still dreams- something in his mind and not his body.]
[To continue like this... Something physical, something concrete.... Chikusa isn't sure he could go through with it anyway, no matter how much his body might long for that skilled touch. He can't just disregard his vows so easily for a little bit of physical fleeting pleasure.]
[If he tells himself that enough times, maybe his body will eventually listen.]
[After a second of thin lipped staring, he slowly nods.]
Yes. Hold on, please.
[He's gone for only a couple of minutes before he's padding back with a worn sketchbook in hand. Wordlessly, he hands it over to Mukuro.]
[The surprise- the first page in it is clearly torn from another sketchbook.... and it's of Mukuro himself with his fruit basket of a sleepy hairstyle , slumped and miserable against a hint of a counter. It clearly doesn't fit the rest of the subject matter in the sketchbook, which is Chikusa's various attempts to get animals right. He's still working on it, but there's marked improvement since the dates scribbled in each corner say he's been going steadily throughout the month.]
[...the Mukuro piece is rather recent, judging by its own little stamp of time.]
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Unfortunately, Mukuro still considered the debt outstanding, but he would wait in order to cash in. Fleeting physical pleasure was correct. He was in this for the long haul, for better or for worse. He wasn't keen on ruining months of hard work just for a few moments of release.
The tea was done by the time that the priest returned, and Mukuro poured himself a cup, glancing over his shoulder.]
Did you want some too, priest? And can you keep it confined in your cup this time?
[He took the offered sketchbook, expecting to see sketches of wildlife or of the city or more Bible verses, but his eyes widened slightly at the sight of himself at the first page. He settled down at the table, turning it over curiously in his hands before really taking it in. Just the one page implies that there are more, and while he can't say that he enjoyed how upset he looked in the picture it was still... chaste as the priest had said.]
I would have thought if you truly sketched me at all it would be burning in the fires of hell. Can I keep this?
[He held the page up just in case there was any question as to what he was talking about.]
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[Still, after the last event, he thinks they should be fine on that front. His thoughts aren't entirely on tea, however. Instead, he's watching the demon's expression carefully, and it's not what he was expecting.]
[...Then again, he's not sure what he was expecting in the first place.]
[Leaving his sketches to be perused, he goes to refill his mug of tea. There's a nervousness burning in the pit of his stomach that he hopes he can drown, so he doesn't want to waste his cup again either. It'd help if he didn't almost drop it at the sound of those words, although thankfully it's still just barely off the counter when the demon speaks.]
...I'm surprised to hear that but... if you really want it, I suppose it's not a problem.
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[It was said rather flippantly, since clearly Mukuro wasn't at fault for that incident, but was the innocent victim in the whole process.
He glanced up at the priest's face at that odd atmosphere that fell over them, arching an eyebrow.]
Why are you surprised, priest? You know that I'm a vain creature and that I'll take whatever you give me. Besides, you really are quite talented.
[He started to flip through the rest of the sketchbook in earnest, tucking stray strands of hair back behind his ear.]
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[Carefully done, artfully done, but a reminder of the vulnerable mess the demon had shown himself as during that visit Chikusa had made and the time ha had stayed over.]
I thought you would prefer something that put you in a better light.
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[Mukuro flicked his gaze back up to the priest's face briefly, looking amused despite himself.]
I don't hold any illusions that you hold me in any better light, priest. You've made that much clear multiple times.
[Though he didn't sound too worried about it, turning back to the sketchbook.]
But if you do have some, I wouldn't mind seeing those either.
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[Although it seems like even this sort of picture isn't enough to puncture that ego in any manner... Chikusa supposes it can't be helped. Leaning back against the counter, he blows over his tea.]
I hope you don't plan on taking the whole sketchbook. I still have pages to fill, and I don't want to waste money on a new one until I'm finished.
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[Mukuro shot him an amused look, taking a careful sip of his tea, pushing the sketchbook back a bit just in case he managed to spill any.
He snorted slightly at the priest's stinginess, waving a hand airily.]
The one sketch will do for now. Though I thought priests were supposed to be generous. Should I pay for the sketch?
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[Being a demon. Wanting him to betray his vows. So many other things.]
[Still... That is making him think, and his response is a bit distant.]
You don't have to pay for it. I already said you could keep it.
[If he's in a human body with human weaknesses... Chikusa can't help but wonder about things. Does that mean he has what little advantages a human body possesses? Rubbing his fingers against warm ceramic, Chikusa finally gives voice to his thoughts.]
On forgiveness... Can you do good deeds without it distressing you now?
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[It was said idly enough as Mukuro flipped through a few more pages, settling on a sketch of an owl, admiring it with keen interest for a few extra moments before flipping the page.
He glanced back up at the question, frowning slightly, resting his elbows on the table.]
Why do you ask, Chikusa Kakimoto?
[While good deeds weren't as abhorrent to him so that it effected him physically now, he still didn't like the idea of them, which was cause enough not to perform them. However, if the priest was looking to rekindle their contract, well. He might be interested.]
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[But it's different now. He tells himself that firmly.]
It's not like that anymore.
[Things are changing.]
[It feels better to move onto a different topic, and he shifts. That seemed to get rid of the demon's good mood, so he wonders if this kind of possession isn't enough even now.]
Curiosity. Nothing more or less.
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[It wasn't as sharp or pointed a question as it had been in the past, instead it was more curious than anything. His gaze stayed strictly on the sketchbook though, unsure of how he should feel about this development. For one thing, if the priest was actually starting to form bonds with others around him, it would be more difficult for him to become attached to Mukuro. But impeding those bond formations would drive a wedge between them as well. He'd just have to be confident in his ability to charm nearly anyone.
While Mukuro despised giving up any information about himself or about his abilities, especially to a priest who already excelled at exorcising demons, there was a large part of him who wanted the priest to understand what he had to do in order to get a vessel.]
Everything is dulled in this body, but not enough to where it still doesn't irritate me to do good deeds. I'm still what I am, after all.
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[Also- and perhaps he should be a bit embarrassed about this- but he'd been hoping to nap the day away. It's not something a priest should really do, wasting the day by being lazy. Still, so long as no one found out, well... He could get away with it just this once.]
[His own personal life isn't important. Instead, he focuses on the demon as he talks more, fascinated. He is what he is... Chikusa supposes that's true. A body is merely a vessel for the soul. It can't change the nature of a being that's existed for hundreds of years, entrenched in its ways. So... What benefit is there to a demon to do such a thing?]
[For a brief second, Chikusa can't look at him any longer and his gaze flicks away. He knows. He's asked the question enough.]
...If you succeeded in getting what you wanted from me... What then?
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[No, no the priest was one hundred percent accurate. Mukuro wasn't sure whether he should be pleased or annoyed that Chikusa Kakimoto already knew him well enough to determine that, but instead settled on going for being pleased by it. It meant the priest was paying attention, if nothing else.
That familiar question, asked over and over again, would have worn on him if it didn't mean that the priest still wasn't trying to make sense of this and hadn't decided to shut him out for good yet. It didn't make it any less irritating having to repeat himself.
He leaned forward with a sharp grin, head tilted to the side.]
We'll defile each other and sin until our mortal bodies wither away. Then spend an eternity in hell.
[Okay but was that the actual truth or just sarcasm? Probably a shocking amount of the former.]
Perhaps I should be asking what you want from me. What you truly want, and not just the answer you think is moral and right.
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[To produce creatures like demons... To drag those who've sinned... Perhaps the scriptures aren't perfect in their knowledge of that place, but with all the evidence around it, Chikusa knows well enough that he doesn't want to be in such a place. His faith only has a little to do with it.]
[No amount of earthly pleasures could warrant going there.]
[He's not surprised at the answer, his frown directed into his tea, but he stiffens as the question is turned on himself.]
...And why does it matter what I want?
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