KHR Hell because fuck

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[possedere]

[The appearance of the server didn't completely distract Mukuro from the conversation, watching the waitress politely enough, shooting amused looks at the priest in between ordering, instead using the time to gently trace his foot along Chikusa Kakimoto's calf.

The priest was as observant as ever, however, making Mukuro chuckle softly.]

Just pointing out there are many ways and places to have fun.

[He glanced up beneath his lashes, smirk sharp.]

Should I consider this a date as well? If so, we're doing things a bit out of order.

[kokuyoyo]

Don't be crude.

[Another impossible request. What is he supposed to do? Well... Besides leave and never contact the demon again.]

[Which he should have done ages ago.]

[Instead of make tea for him, and paint something, and agree to this excursion...]

[It's a relief when his drink comes so he can wrap his hands around it and focus on something besides his own thoughts. He glances back up at Mukuro.]

...Those were only dreams, besides. Ultimately, that's all they were.

[possedere]

You know as well as I do priest, that this is far from crude. If that's how you're taking it, perhaps you should be going to a confessional instead of on an outing with me.

[Mukuro smirked, smug and triumphant, humming happily as he dug into his drink, a sugary confection that was once again topped generously with whipped cream and sprinkles. It was difficult to know if this was his sweet tooth, one of the few perks there was to being human, or if it was his host's.

It was interesting how the priest was trying to justify his actions, and Mukuro let out a low chuckle at that, lashes fluttering halfway shut.]

Whatever you say, Chikusa Kakimoto.

[He might as well have said, 'they're not going to stay solely confined to dreams for long', but he hoped his leer and knowing smirk did that for him.]

I look forward to when that changes. I haven't fully tested this body out.

[Which might be a lie.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Heat is burning at his jaw, his ears, and Chikusa loathes the reveal of emotion when more than anything he'd rather be a wall right now. Still, slowly, he takes a breath.

I hear they make toys for that. Perhaps you'll find one that makes you happy.

[And right after-]

So, the exhibit a focus on biblical scenes?

[possedere]

[Every once in a while, Mukuro forgot exactly why he had bothered to stuff himself into this uncomfortable and impractical mortal body, but then the priest was so quick and kind to remind him why he had done so. His eyes widened slightly at the comment, before he burst out laughing.

Don't think he was going to let that comment slide without saying anything about it, and he ignored the priest's clumsy attempt at derailing the topic.]

My, my, Chikusa Kakimoto. How much of this have you researched and are you willing then to help me with these toys?

[Because unfortunately the priest was the most amusing one he'd found in a long time.]

[kokuyoyo]

[One of these days. One of these days, he'll learn to not say anything, and drive the demon off from sheer boredom. However, it's clear the lesson hasn't taken yet, and Chikusa nearly burns holes into the menu from the force of his stare.]

I'm sure you know more than me.

[possedere]

[His cute, apparently not so innocent, little priest. Mukuro smirked at him almost fondly, taking a sip of his drink as he watched with interest as the priest avoided his gaze.]

It's not my knowledge that is of interest to me, but of yours. What else do you know?

[kokuyoyo]

Nothing I have any interest in telling you in a public restaurant.

[With his best frigid stare in place, he glances back at the demon.]

Please have some decor.

[possedere]

So you'll tell me in private?

[Mukuro tilted his head to the side, smirk wide and smug, one eyebrow raised. Because honestly, did the priest forget who he was asking to have some decor? Mukuro could pretend for the priest's sake, but only if he was properly bribed and placated.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Does this mean that Mukuro is basically like this 24/7 when Chikusa isn't looking? Horrifying.]

...If it will keep you from making a scene in public, although I have no idea when we'll be in private together.

[possedere]

[Well, now he has to sleep so not 24/7 but pretty much. Also excuse some people like his personality for some reason. Or at least parts of him.

That answer only made Mukuro sigh softly, leaning back against his chair.]

You have no idea? You weren't going to invite me over if this date went well? I'm hurt, Chikusa Kakimoto.

[Except he looked more on the verge of laughing.]

Are you ready to order?

[kokuyoyo]

Inviting you over after seems troublesome.

[Sure, the last time Mukuro nosed his way into Chikusa's house, it went... not horribly, but still. Pushing things seems like a recipe for disaster.]

[Sighing, he nods.]

I am.

[possedere]

Should I invite you over instead, my cute little priest?

[He smirked knowingly, sure that Chikusa Kakimoto's protests were token at best, before flagging over the waitress to place an order. The bread bowl had sounded like a good way to warm up.]

[kokuyoyo]

If it means spending the night again, I would have to get a change of clothes.

[They hadn't had sex last time but, as far as he's concerned, it was still something of a walk of shame. As the waitress comes over, he gives his order quietly while trying to idly kick the demon's feet away from him.]

[possedere]

[It wasn't the response that Mukuro was expecting, and his eyes widened slightly as he straightened, gaze searching the priest's face fully. While he didn't believe the priest was thinking anything untoward, not yet anyway, but the fact that he was even willing to entertain the thought made Mukuro feel no shortage of smugness.

He even allowed the priest to kick his feet away, lips curling up slightly.]

Should I get you a drawer and toothbrush as well?

[kokuyoyo]

I can store my own things in a bag, thank you.

[If that is just slightly snippy, well, it's because he's glancing over the demon suspiciously. No doubt there's more atrocious thoughts going through his head again...]

...What's that look for?

[possedere]

[Atrocious thoughts that were only atrocious because of how into them the priest would be, right?

If anything, the question was only going to make Mukuro look that much more smug.]

I'm surprised you're willing to come back into my lair of sin, priest. I would have thought once would have been enough to sate your curiosity.

[kokuyoyo]

[He retains the right to remain silent.]

[While the point is a good one, something he has to reluctantly admit, he still thins his lips.]

Unless you've started carving unholy symbols into the walls of the apartment, it seemed to be a regular enough loft.

[possedere]

It's inhabitant is anything but.

[It felt like a gamble, to continually goad the priest, but Mukuro was hoping that sticking himself into a mortal vessel had won him enough chips for now. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table leisurely as his eyes searched the priest's face.]

In my weakened and vulnerable state, I was sure you would have done your duty. Why didn't you?

[kokuyoyo]

[...There's nothing to say to that. It's true, after all, and he's known that from the start. For all that the vessel itself is human... The mind, the words, the home, those were all that of a demon. There's no way to forget.]

[So that question feels piercing, like an accusation for all that Chikusa knows that's his own upbringing yelling at him inside of his head. Certainly, a possession of this kind is something foreign to him and his usual methods of exorcism might not have worked... But a proper priest would have at least tried.]

[But... His fingers curl around his drink as he avoids making eye contact.]

...I was curious.

[possedere]

About what, Chikusa Kakimoto?

[Surely no one can blame him for wanting to glean everything he can out of the stoic, still somewhat mysterious, priest. Especially when it concerned him. And perharps there was a part of him that wanted the priest to admit his attraction, even if he might not get it in so many words.

To counteract this thirst of his though, he made sure to take fortifying sips from his overly sugary drink, eyes still on the priest's face.]

[kokuyoyo]

[For a second, it appears as though there's a very good chance that he won't say anything. The cup gets drawn closer, and his head bows just a fraction more.]

[There's no use in denying it, he knows. By this point, he's had numerous chances to cut this off, at least be more forceful in keeping the demon away, but instead this is where he is. On what's practically a date.]

[Eventually, however, he forces himself to confess.]

Why you're attempting so hard... and... if there's anything that can really convince me...

[possedere]

[Now that caught Mukuro's interest, his gaze sharpening. He left his sugary concoction alone, leaning forward with an almost predatory baring of his teeth.]

You already know why I'm working so diligently priest.

[But more importantly:]

What would it take to convince you?

[kokuyoyo]

[Immediately, the demon earns a disapproving look.]

That's what you should figure out, tempter that you are, and preferably while we're not in public.

[Calm down that thirst, damn]

[possedere]

[Excuse he hadn't gotten any action from the priest lately, he was allowed his thirst.

That disapproving look was only going to be met with the most innocent ( meaning, not at all ) look Mukuro could muster, and he went back to taking a few sips out of his drink.]

It never hurts you to be generous, priest.

[Still, Mukuro will let it slide for a bit when their food comes out, and happily he started digging in. They still had that art exhibition to look at, and Mukuro was curious as to what the priest might have to say about it.]