KHR Hell because fuck

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[kokuyoyo]

[Yeah, no. Obviously he's not going to fall for that kind of thing, honestly... He'll just wait by the door, leaning against one wall with his arms crossed. He can afford to wait until Mukuro finally gets out. At least for a little bit.]

[When the demon does get out of his room, however, he's in for a pleasant surprise. There, snug around Chikusa's head, is a cute knit hat in a soft cream color to match his sweatshirt and adorned with tiny little orange balls all over it. A fluffy pompom is on the back, matching the ones at the end of the earflap strings.]

[possedere]

[He's getting smarter, that priest.

Mukuro shrugged on a shirt and jacket before picking up his suitcase. He was finger combing his still damp hair when he caught sight of the priest in a cute hat, eyes widening slightly in surprise. He let out a little laugh despite himself, something warm thudding in his chest as he sauntered forward. Gently, he took one of the flap strings and twined it along his finger, flicking an amused glance up to the priest's face.]

To what do I owe the pleasure?

[Because clearly this was for him. No other explanation was possible.]

[kokuyoyo]

[The sight of the demon walking out of his room has Chikusa push himself away from the wall, ready to get them both going without any further delays. Yet, of all things, it's that little laugh which makes him pause. Did that sound different than the other ones...? Before he can deduce that or not, Mukuro is in front of him, and Chikusa's gaze flicks away quietly at the close proximity.]

...I told you.... It's gotten colder, now... So wearing hats is to be expected, isn't it...?

[possedere]

But a cute hat takes special effort, Chikusa Kakimoto.

[Pleased at the reaction, Mukuro allowed the flap to fall away from his fingers, heading towards the door.]

Let's get going, shall we?

[kokuyoyo]

Yes, I had to make the effort of picking a hat...

[But there's no point in bickering. Instead, he just follows him out and waits for him to lock his door before they go down to his car. Once inside, Chikusa doesn't start up the engine, but instead points out the cooler he has in his back seat.]

If you get thirsty, I've packed some bottled water and some other drinks in there. Over there- [A point to a large duffel bag.] I've got some fruit, homemade jerky, garlic knots, sandwiches... There's some candy in there, including chocolate, but don't eat too much and get hyper... This is a car ride...

[Is he treating Mukuro like a kid? A little but listen]

[possedere]

My, my, you came prepared.

[Mukuro might have protested if he hadn't said there was chocolate, and he zeroed in on it right away, taking out a bar and breaking off chunks to pop into his mouth, pleased.]

Do you want me to feed anything to you, Chikusa Kakimoto?

[kokuyoyo]

[ s i g h ]

[Doing his seatbelt and starting the car so they can get on the road already, Chikusa tries to ignore the clear teasing.]

Try to eat healthier foods as well. Don't just fill yourself with chocolate and make yourself sick. I don't want to have to stop just because you need to throw up on the side of the road.

[possedere]

Human bodies are so strange and fragile.

[The warning went in one ear and out the other as Mukuro settled back into his seat, buckling himself in as well.]

Where is our first destination, priest?

[kokuyoyo]

[....He's going to get sick, isn't he. Chikusa can already see it now. He's going to get sick with a stomach ache and then fill the car with his whining. A certain deadness enter his eyes as he gets them on the main road out of the city.]

[This is going to be a disaster in ways he didn't think of.]

It's a town a couple of days drive from here... So I was thinking that I could get us part of the way to a town with a motel, and then the next day would be driving from day to night. It didn't look like there was a place completely in the middle between the two, so...

That shouldn't be a problem, should it?

[possedere]

It's not a problem so long as you know your limits, Chikusa Kakimoto.

[It might sound ominous all things considered, but the fact that Mukuro was happily munching down on a chocolate bar might detract from that a little bit.

That and:]

Is now a bad time to tell you I don't know how to drive? It might be inconvenient if you believed I would be able to help you on this trip.

[kokuyoyo]

[In this case, he has no idea what his limits are, but also- ]

You've been alive for decades, since the car was probably first invented, and you haven't bothered to learn?

[possedere]

[All that rudeness quite honestly does not phase Mukuro because the chocolate was that good. He was in a happy place right now, and nothing the priest could say would ruin that.]

As I've told you before, I hardly bother with human vessels. There has never been a need for me to learn.

[And, just in case it will get him out of it, he added:]

The few times I have tried have not ended well.

[kokuyoyo]

[He can't believe this... Chikusa wants to say something on that, but, really, it's too early in the morning, and they have a long drive ahead of them. So, instead, he simply shakes his head even as he goes to turn on some music.]

I should teach you, at this rate, just in case...

[possedere]

[Of course the priest would put on music that would put anyone straight to sleep. For now, Mukuro was well rested and refreshed after his shower and the chocolate, but when the day would start to drag, well. Despite how the saying went, the wicked did need to rest. Especially if they were still readjusting back into a human body.

Mukuro frowned lightly at that, turning to face the priest fully.]

And you trust me enough with your safety to have me behind the wheel?

[Excuse him if he sounded a little incredulous.]

[kokuyoyo]

[As they reach a stoplight, Chikusa takes the time to give him a dead eyed look.]

It's not as if I have a personal chauffeur to take over in case of an emergency. It's sensible.

[possedere]

[For someone so reserved, he could give some cutting looks when he wanted to. Mukuro laughed despite himself, shrugging as he leaned back into his seat.]

I'll gladly be accommodating to your sensibilities then, priest. Should we start now?

[kokuyoyo]

I'm not letting you start driving in a place where we're surrounded by traffic and you can cause property damage. It's my insurance....

[And he doesn't get paid enough to put up with Mukuro's nonsense.]

But when we stop for the night, I'll see about teaching you the very basics... As long as you can drive in a straight line and not crash into someone, that should be enough.

[possedere]

Shouldn't you have more faith, priest?

[Should he have any considering Mukuro had just told him that he was terrible at driving? Amused, he popped a few more chocolate pieces into his mouth, watching the priest thoughtfully.]

I make no promises. Is this the reason you wanted me to come along?

[kokuyoyo]

Faith and a lack of common sense are two different things...

[He's a priest, don't try to pull that shit on him, buddy.]

[At the question, however, the deadpan look gets a little softer and awkward before he schools it into neutrality again, focusing his eyes back on the road as the light turns green.]

....I told you the reason I wanted you to come along...

[possedere]

[How cute his little priest could be. Licking some stray chocolate from the corners of his lips, Mukuro leaned forward so he could rest his chin against the priest's shoulder, watching him in amusement.]

Really? What was the reason again, Chikusa Kakimoto?

[He just wanted to see what he would say, and reward him properly if it was an answer he liked.]

[kokuyoyo]

[A small jerk goes through him as Mukuro leans close, breath catching. Honestly, this early in the morning- ]

I'm driving.... Stop toying with me when we're on a busy road...

[possedere]

How am I toying with you, Chikusa Kakimoto? I'm more than willing to follow up on my promises.

[Small miracles, but it was only his voice that was suggestive even though it was tempting to have his hands and other things wander.]

[kokuyoyo]

I'm driving. [Repeated a little more firmly and slowly, as if that will make Mukuro listen.] You can't follow up on your promises, so just be quiet...

[possedere]

Would you like to make a wager on it?

[Because Mukuro might already be leaning forward to brush his lips against Chikusa Kakimoto's cheek, one hand spread over his knee.]

[kokuyoyo]

[His thigh jolts a little underneath that wandering palm, a jerk of muscle, and the steering wheel whines a little bit under Chikusa's own hands as he tightens his fingers around it. It's hard to ignore him when he's like this, breath caressing his skin.]

I thought you weren't a morning person... We haven't even made it out of the city.