[And yet, despite his thoughts, he wears one as he comes up the sidewalk, a large paper folder tucked carefully under one arm. Dark blues are the mainstay of his outfit, from his coats to his pants, with the only exception being his black shoes. His hat, unfortunately for Mukuro, doesn't have a puff on it, but it is thickly knit and patterned.]
As soon as he spotted the priest, Mukuro's lips curved upwards, and he swanned towards him easily, cutting through the crowd of people. It wasn't his favorite hat, alas, but the pattern was rather charming and he had half-expected the priest not to wear one at all just to spite him.]
Glad you could make it, Chikusa Kakimoto. What's this?
[He looked at the folder curiously, coming to a halt in front of him.]
[It seemed simpler, after all, to bring it to him when they had already decided to meet somewhere. Arm crossed over his middle, he curls his fingers uncertainly against the folder.]
[For a moment, Mukuro's eyes widened in surprise, before he let out a small, smug chuckle.]
My, my priest, you're far too kind. Let me see it before you put it away.
[Since he had found the idea of driving a car abhorrent, mostly he'd been taking cabs everywhere, though every once in a while he didn't mind slumming it and riding on the bus. There were quite a few people on there who proved to be susceptible to manipulation and promises, and nothing compared to people watching on one.
He held his hand out for the folder, flicking his gaze up to the priest's.]
[Despite his words, however, it's clear that the piece of work in the folder has taken considerable time. As joked before, it's of a cross, but most crosses aren't made of probably hundreds of bones. It's not a simple femur over femur type of thing, either, but almost every bone that can be imagined that is both organized and yet cluttered. At the center of it all is a ribcage.]
[It's not just that, however... Closer inspection will reveal that this isn't merely sketched, but the lines composed of words. Biblical verses, in fact. The outlines, the shading... All of it.]
[Picture given, Chikusa hides his hands away in his pockets and waits.]
[As an entity who had little love for the human body, specifically that it was mortal and decayed so easily, he couldn't help but be impressed by all the bones in the cross. It was certainly morbid for a priest, but he had to admit that he didn't dislike it, even with the shape they ultimately formed.
He held it out to admire it, gaze flickering across each bone as if to categorize them and assemble a full skeleton out of them, drinking it all in.]
Rather morbid for a priest, but very stunning.
[Still, he paused as he caught the thread of a word in one of the larger bones, bringing it closer to his face in curiosity. He started reading the familiar verses, the words flowing through him easily.]
This must have taken quite some time and effort. I can't just take this without giving you something in return.
[Funnily enough, Chikusa is sincere in that, for all that it might be hard to tell considering his... everything. He just blinks at Mukuro, like it's totally normal to make this kind of art.]
[Really, he doesn't see the problem. For all that he's a holy man, Chikusa doesn't shy away from some of the things that his religion or holy book have in them. He has a good memory. The Bible holds passages of men being killed with the jawbone of a donkey, genital mutilation... and one can't really not think about communion.]
[This is normal, right? Totally normal.]
[...There's a reason he's a bit bad at people.]
If you insist... Where did you want to have lunch?
[That answer seemed wholly honest, and Mukuro raised an eyebrow as he turned his gaze back to the priest, slightly incredulous, before shaking his head in amusement. He was the last person who could judge someone on making art out of bones, since his name was something like Bones McSkullDeath or whatever it translated to.]
What made you decide on bones?
[He could see exactly why Chikusa Kakimoto was so lonely and alone. He was strange, even to a demon, but it was that same uniqueness that had drawn Mukuro to him.
Admiring the painting for a few more moments, Mukuro stuck it back into the folder, sure he would have more time to appreciate it later. Perhaps he would just carry it around with him. He liked the weight of it, a tangible link to his priest.]
There are a few cafes near here, or if you're more interested in substantial fare, there's a German restaurant nearby.
It seemed to be the kind of aesthetic you would appreciate.
[Yeah, he's calling you out, mister "Six Paths Corpse". After a second, however, there's a considering tilt of his head.]
...Many other Christians are preoccupied with death... and even our religion itself is somewhat like that. The cross itself was even a symbol of torture. The death of Jesus Christ giving humanity salvation, that salvation only being available to us upon death, all the deaths the Bible and other scripture speak of...
To endure that kind of wait means taking the teachings of God and Christ deep into ourselves.
[He thought long and hard about it all.]
[Since the demon seems content to have the picture himself, Chikusa doesn't ask for it back and instead considers his options.]
If we're going to be walking through a museum, then something lighter seems for the best.
[He said it like it was a sinful, carnal knowledge which wasn't exactly wrong, but definitely a bit over-exaggerated.
As the priest talked, he tucked the folder under his arm, listening with a small sigh.]
Then what about creatures that can't die, Chikusa Kakimoto? Are they without salvation?
[Not that he cared for the kind of eternal saving that the priest spoke of. He had lost his taste for such a fairy tale. No, he knew better, and while it would be amusing to try and browbeat the religion out of the priest, that would take out some of the fun of this.
Instead, he offered his arm to the other man, smirking.]
I imagine they have their own manner of dealing with that dilemma, but I can only tell you the human views.
[Also, you're a lying bastard who doesn't care about salvation, but he won't go into that. This is supposed to be a civil outting.]
[...A civil outing where he doesn't know where to do with that arm being offered to him. With more than a little tentativeness, he lays his hand gently on it.]
Focusing on death for salvation seems short sighted. What if reincarnation was real?
[It wasn't exactly taboo to speak of what actually went on after death, but it was frowned upon by some. Some demons liked to keep up the mystique and lie about what might happen to their victims should they trust them. Mukuro preferred the truth, since it was far scarier.
He tried not to look too smug when the priest took his arm, even if it was gingerly, starting for one of the cafes.]
[Sometimes his priest could be such a killjoy. Mukuro sighed at that response, turning his attention towards the cafes, heading towards the one he liked the best. He may or may not have scoped out a few of them just to make sure they would go somewhere up to his standards.]
Are you worried about me or the vessel?
[And, in the highly likely event that Chikusa Kakimoto didn't feel like answering, Mukuro pointed to a cute looking cafe.]
[Now isn't that a difficult question? Chikusa lapses into silence as he follows Mukuro's lead, blocking out the chatter of the city. He knows, as a priest, he should be focused more on the wellness of the person whose body Mukuro has taken, but..]
...Both. But... [It feels like regret on his tongue before he's even said it.] Perhaps... you, more than the original owner.
[By no means is it the right decision, he knows, but how can he help it? Mukuro is someone he knows, has seen in a vulnerable state no demon normally appears in... It's a feeling that refuses logic.]
[The answer was rather shocking, and he had little reason to doubt his perfectly honest priest. Mukuro shot a small look at Chikusa Kakimoto, assessing him thoughtfully for a few heartbeats before dragging him into the cafe with good parfaits.
It was nice and warm, Mukuro peeling his scarf off almost immediately, and it smelled sweet.]
You never fail to surprise me, Chikusa Kakimoto.
[Then, as if to reward him for the proper answer:]
My host is most generous and sturdy. Every so often, he wishes to take control again and I allow him to do so.
[It would be best not to talk of why his host had allowed Mukuro to possess him in the first place, or why he was such a great fit for him. It was rare in this age that someone would wish to vehemently to murder their entire family, after all.
As for him, well.]
My sleep schedule is still tiresome, but I may finally be getting used to it. But there are other bodily functions I find just as irksome.
[Hearing that statement still leaves Chikusa with a woeful lack of idea on what way he should respond. So he doesn't, instead just frowning to himself as they enter the cafe and he tugs on the edge of his hat doubtfully.]
That's... surprising to hear.
[In a way, Chikusa supposes he had imagined the whole deal as rather one way. The former inhabitant got something of theirs and in exchange, the demon took the entire body to keep. That there's some switching is... surprising, and leaves him on edge. Is there a third party viewing the moments between him and Mukuro?]
If you stay in that body, you'll get used to them.
In the long run, a full night's sleep keeps humans alive longer... So I've read.
[Then again, he has no idea how long Mukuro will keep that body. A few more months? A year? As long as Chikusa doesn't discourage him? It's something to ponder... but maybe not right now, as he sits opposite of Mukuro and lets his stare linger on him before glancing down at the menu.]
...You didn't have to put yourself through it all.
This body will live a long healthy life, so you need not concern yourself with that Chikusa Kakimoto.
[Because being a demon in a human body still had some perks, even if it was still up for debate as to whether those perks made it worth it.
Since Mukuro had been here before, he already knew what he wanted, leaving him free to lean back in his seat and study the priest's expression with unabashed amusement.]
But I wanted to. Perhaps you're not the only masochist here.
[The words leave his mouth, a bit stiff, before he really thinks about them, and his frown follows belatedly after. Probably... not the right thing to say, or at least not entirely truthful, and now he's probably going to end up having to talk about his sexual preferences in a cafe booth.]
[Definitely both, but first the laughter. Mukuro let out an harsh 'kufu' before he managed to hide the rest behind a hand, laughter muffled. If he was anyone else, he might have tossed his head back and pounded a hand on the table, but it was basically the same thing.
Once he had managed to collect himself, he tipped his gaze up to the priest's mouth curving wickedly.]
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[And yet, despite his thoughts, he wears one as he comes up the sidewalk, a large paper folder tucked carefully under one arm. Dark blues are the mainstay of his outfit, from his coats to his pants, with the only exception being his black shoes. His hat, unfortunately for Mukuro, doesn't have a puff on it, but it is thickly knit and patterned.]
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As soon as he spotted the priest, Mukuro's lips curved upwards, and he swanned towards him easily, cutting through the crowd of people. It wasn't his favorite hat, alas, but the pattern was rather charming and he had half-expected the priest not to wear one at all just to spite him.]
Glad you could make it, Chikusa Kakimoto. What's this?
[He looked at the folder curiously, coming to a halt in front of him.]
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[It seemed simpler, after all, to bring it to him when they had already decided to meet somewhere. Arm crossed over his middle, he curls his fingers uncertainly against the folder.]
If you don't have a car, it can wait in mine.
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My, my priest, you're far too kind. Let me see it before you put it away.
[Since he had found the idea of driving a car abhorrent, mostly he'd been taking cabs everywhere, though every once in a while he didn't mind slumming it and riding on the bus. There were quite a few people on there who proved to be susceptible to manipulation and promises, and nothing compared to people watching on one.
He held his hand out for the folder, flicking his gaze up to the priest's.]
How much do I owe you?
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[Despite his words, however, it's clear that the piece of work in the folder has taken considerable time. As joked before, it's of a cross, but most crosses aren't made of probably hundreds of bones. It's not a simple femur over femur type of thing, either, but almost every bone that can be imagined that is both organized and yet cluttered. At the center of it all is a ribcage.]
[It's not just that, however... Closer inspection will reveal that this isn't merely sketched, but the lines composed of words. Biblical verses, in fact. The outlines, the shading... All of it.]
[Picture given, Chikusa hides his hands away in his pockets and waits.]
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He held it out to admire it, gaze flickering across each bone as if to categorize them and assemble a full skeleton out of them, drinking it all in.]
Rather morbid for a priest, but very stunning.
[Still, he paused as he caught the thread of a word in one of the larger bones, bringing it closer to his face in curiosity. He started reading the familiar verses, the words flowing through him easily.]
This must have taken quite some time and effort. I can't just take this without giving you something in return.
[He paused, peeking around the canvas.]
Especially since I like it so much.
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[Funnily enough, Chikusa is sincere in that, for all that it might be hard to tell considering his... everything. He just blinks at Mukuro, like it's totally normal to make this kind of art.]
[Really, he doesn't see the problem. For all that he's a holy man, Chikusa doesn't shy away from some of the things that his religion or holy book have in them. He has a good memory. The Bible holds passages of men being killed with the jawbone of a donkey, genital mutilation... and one can't really not think about communion.]
[This is normal, right? Totally normal.]
[...There's a reason he's a bit bad at people.]
If you insist... Where did you want to have lunch?
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What made you decide on bones?
[He could see exactly why Chikusa Kakimoto was so lonely and alone. He was strange, even to a demon, but it was that same uniqueness that had drawn Mukuro to him.
Admiring the painting for a few more moments, Mukuro stuck it back into the folder, sure he would have more time to appreciate it later. Perhaps he would just carry it around with him. He liked the weight of it, a tangible link to his priest.]
There are a few cafes near here, or if you're more interested in substantial fare, there's a German restaurant nearby.
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[Yeah, he's calling you out, mister "Six Paths Corpse". After a second, however, there's a considering tilt of his head.]
...Many other Christians are preoccupied with death... and even our religion itself is somewhat like that. The cross itself was even a symbol of torture. The death of Jesus Christ giving humanity salvation, that salvation only being available to us upon death, all the deaths the Bible and other scripture speak of...
To endure that kind of wait means taking the teachings of God and Christ deep into ourselves.
[He thought long and hard about it all.]
[Since the demon seems content to have the picture himself, Chikusa doesn't ask for it back and instead considers his options.]
If we're going to be walking through a museum, then something lighter seems for the best.
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[He said it like it was a sinful, carnal knowledge which wasn't exactly wrong, but definitely a bit over-exaggerated.
As the priest talked, he tucked the folder under his arm, listening with a small sigh.]
Then what about creatures that can't die, Chikusa Kakimoto? Are they without salvation?
[Not that he cared for the kind of eternal saving that the priest spoke of. He had lost his taste for such a fairy tale. No, he knew better, and while it would be amusing to try and browbeat the religion out of the priest, that would take out some of the fun of this.
Instead, he offered his arm to the other man, smirking.]
Are you hungry now? We can eat first then.
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[Also, you're a lying bastard who doesn't care about salvation, but he won't go into that. This is supposed to be a civil outting.]
[...A civil outing where he doesn't know where to do with that arm being offered to him. With more than a little tentativeness, he lays his hand gently on it.]
...Alright. How are you doing with that body?
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[It wasn't exactly taboo to speak of what actually went on after death, but it was frowned upon by some. Some demons liked to keep up the mystique and lie about what might happen to their victims should they trust them. Mukuro preferred the truth, since it was far scarier.
He tried not to look too smug when the priest took his arm, even if it was gingerly, starting for one of the cafes.]
Would you like to check for yourself priest?
[He shot him a coy glance, lashes lowered.]
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[That's an entirely different religion, after all. As Mukuro escorts him, he doesn't bother giving the demon any other reaction than a deadpan one.]
I'm not a doctor, so it wouldn't do any good.
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Are you worried about me or the vessel?
[And, in the highly likely event that Chikusa Kakimoto didn't feel like answering, Mukuro pointed to a cute looking cafe.]
I like this one. It has the best parfaits.
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...Both. But... [It feels like regret on his tongue before he's even said it.] Perhaps... you, more than the original owner.
[By no means is it the right decision, he knows, but how can he help it? Mukuro is someone he knows, has seen in a vulnerable state no demon normally appears in... It's a feeling that refuses logic.]
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It was nice and warm, Mukuro peeling his scarf off almost immediately, and it smelled sweet.]
You never fail to surprise me, Chikusa Kakimoto.
[Then, as if to reward him for the proper answer:]
My host is most generous and sturdy. Every so often, he wishes to take control again and I allow him to do so.
[It would be best not to talk of why his host had allowed Mukuro to possess him in the first place, or why he was such a great fit for him. It was rare in this age that someone would wish to vehemently to murder their entire family, after all.
As for him, well.]
My sleep schedule is still tiresome, but I may finally be getting used to it. But there are other bodily functions I find just as irksome.
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That's... surprising to hear.
[In a way, Chikusa supposes he had imagined the whole deal as rather one way. The former inhabitant got something of theirs and in exchange, the demon took the entire body to keep. That there's some switching is... surprising, and leaves him on edge. Is there a third party viewing the moments between him and Mukuro?]
If you stay in that body, you'll get used to them.
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[He smiled politely at the waitress who seated them, sliding into the booth easily enough, sighing at the thought.]
Not soon enough. So much time is already lost to sleep. The rest is just insult to injury.
[AKA the priest better appreciate the sacrifices that Mukuro had gone through in order to tap that.]
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[Then again, he has no idea how long Mukuro will keep that body. A few more months? A year? As long as Chikusa doesn't discourage him? It's something to ponder... but maybe not right now, as he sits opposite of Mukuro and lets his stare linger on him before glancing down at the menu.]
...You didn't have to put yourself through it all.
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[Because being a demon in a human body still had some perks, even if it was still up for debate as to whether those perks made it worth it.
Since Mukuro had been here before, he already knew what he wanted, leaving him free to lean back in his seat and study the priest's expression with unabashed amusement.]
But I wanted to. Perhaps you're not the only masochist here.
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[The words leave his mouth, a bit stiff, before he really thinks about them, and his frown follows belatedly after. Probably... not the right thing to say, or at least not entirely truthful, and now he's probably going to end up having to talk about his sexual preferences in a cafe booth.]
[Or Mukuro is going to laugh at him.]
[Or both.]
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Once he had managed to collect himself, he tipped his gaze up to the priest's mouth curving wickedly.]
What would you call yourself then, priest?
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[So stop laughing at him already. Definitely not sulking, he moves the menu up to hide behind it.]
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I've heard good things about their bread bowls and soup, if you're looking for something light.
[Completely innocently, he was going to nudge at the priest's feet with his own.]
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I see... I've never tried one before.
[A pause, and he raises an eyebrow at him while trying to nudge his feet away.]
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