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[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.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Doesn't he have sex toys other people to practice on first?]

[Still, Chikusa is glad when the food serves as a distraction, focusing on his own meal. He's mostly finished when he glances up again.]

...You never did answer me about the exhibition.

[possedere]

[Well he did but one hurdle with the priest at a time.

Mukuro raised an eyebrow at that prompting, closing his eyes to try to recall what the question had been about.]

Yes, it focuses on scenes from the Bible. Or was there something else?

[Either way he was going to be enjoying his food.]

What do you think?

[He pointed with a spoon towards what the priest had ordered, looking mildly interested in the answer.]

[kokuyoyo]

No, that's it.... It's an interesting choice, coming from you.

[He's still not sure what to actually expect, but he supposes he'll see when they get to that part. Blinking, he glances down at his meal, mostly down to the bread now.]

Ah- It's good.

[possedere]

I'm curious to know your thoughts on such paintings and it's always good for a diversion.

[He smiled innocently enough, watching as the priest ate.]

I'm glad you enjoyed it. Can I try some of yours then?

[kokuyoyo]

[For some reason, that makes him suspicious... There's nothing for it, he supposes. He may as well keep going. In response to the question, he shrugs and nudges the bread bowl forward.]

There's not much of the soup left, but if you want...

[possedere]

[Always so suspicious, his little priest.

Mukuro can behave himself, despite what the other man might think, just tearing off a piece to dip into the soup, humming thoughtfully as he tried it. If he made a small production out of licking his fingers clean, it didn't mean anything.]

If you're done, should we be on our way?

[kokuyoyo]

[Always giving him reasons to be suspicious, this demon.]

[Ignoring any productions Mukuro may or may not be making, Chikusa goes for his wallet, making sure to leave a tip on the table.]

I'm ready. It's not far, right?

[possedere]

Not at all.

[But he did go to wave aside the priest's money, expression lofty.]

I'm the one who invited you out. It only makes sense that I pay.

[kokuyoyo]

...Even for a tip?

[Not that he's complaining as he takes back what he'd put down.]

[possedere]

Well, if you'd like to give me your tip...

[Look sometimes the priest made it too easy okay. Who was he to pass that one up?

Instead of waiting for a reaction, however, he paid quickly, wrapping his clothes back tighter around himself and picking up the folder. After tucking it securely under his arm, he offered his other one to the priest.]

Shall we?

[kokuyoyo]

[Some days, you just bristle like a Ghibli character, and Chikusa suspects it happens right then before the demon rushes off. The result leaves him absolutely not sulking as he trails after him, burrowing into his coat and leveling a dead eyed stare at Mukuro.]

I suppose.

[possedere]

[Oh well if it was a Ghibli reaction then Mukuro would be disappointed he missed it. Instead, he turned back to face him with a small smirk, taking hold of the priest's hand to tug him along.

The museum was a good sized building, old, but neat and tidy. There was already a small crowd perusing all the paintings and exhibits, which ranged from sculptures to some mixed media. It was rather quiet, all conversation a low buzzing than an actual roar, and Mukuro followed along with some of the people in front of them, glancing over everything with interest.]