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.]
It's always mattered what you've wanted, Chikusa Kakimoto.
[It was said easily enough, as if the inner turmoil the priest was feeling and experiencing at the moment was merely a temporary thing and would pass soon enough. Mukuro took another long sip of his tea, gaze still on the sketchbook as he flipped another page, halfway through it.]
There's no point in taking you by force. If it were merely that, I could have done so ages ago and without having to be mortal to do so.
[Maybe that sort of thing would have been easier to deal with, a thought Chikusa locks away in his head tightly while he sips at his tea. All of this feels like something that's being dragged out longer and longer.]
And if what I want is something you can't give me?
[That answer was so shockingly simple it made Mukuro laugh, his shoulders shaking with mirth. He downed the last of his tea, leaving the sketch and the sketchbook on the table as he followed the priest into the living room.
He settled down lazily on the couch, one arm over the back of the seat, resting his cheek against it almost demurely.]
[He had a feeling that would be the reaction- thus his chilliness. Lingering by the door out to the balcony, he casts an annoyed glance over Mukuro. So he's playing coy...]
...Have you ever gone after a human like you've been chasing after me before?
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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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[It was said easily enough, as if the inner turmoil the priest was feeling and experiencing at the moment was merely a temporary thing and would pass soon enough. Mukuro took another long sip of his tea, gaze still on the sketchbook as he flipped another page, halfway through it.]
There's no point in taking you by force. If it were merely that, I could have done so ages ago and without having to be mortal to do so.
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And if what I want is something you can't give me?
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[It was said with no small amount of mocking, Mukuro finally glancing up, mismatched gaze sharp and assessing.]
Though how will I know if you aren't open with me, priest?
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[Short and clipped. With that said, he starts to move back into the living room. His answer is said coolly over his shoulder.]
I want someone I know will keep me.
[And so far, there's only one person that hasn't yet betrayed him on this front. It's certainly not the demon.]
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He settled down lazily on the couch, one arm over the back of the seat, resting his cheek against it almost demurely.]
What makes you think I won't?
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...Have you ever gone after a human like you've been chasing after me before?
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