KHR Hell because fuck

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[kokuyoyo]

I'm not deigning that with an answer....

[If the demon was going to lie, at least he could try to put a little more effort into it.]

[Speaking of- as Mukuro comes back around from his unsuccessful hat hunt, Chikusa finally chooses one cross in particular and rubs his fingers across its front.]

No... [His head tilts down a bit further, chin to his chest.] Or.... not exactly. Something to remember this place, I suppose.

[possedere]

[A wise choice, though the way that Mukuro laughed at it might not make it seem to be so. He rested his chin against the taller man's shoulder as he looked over the crosses, snorting slightly.]

Why not get a kitchy shot glass or a post card? As a priest, don't you have enough crosses?

[kokuyoyo]

[If Mukuro is involved, it's already a wrong choice.]

[Anyway.]

I'm thinking of making an entire wall full of them. [That is probably deadpan.] At any rate, it's an easier thing to carry.... A shot glass would break while I'm traveling, for example...

Besides, I don't want to encourage you with more alcohol.

[possedere]

You think it would save your soul, priest?

[Still, it wasn't as pointed as it typically was, and he let it lie instead of dragging it out. He let out a small laugh at the thought of him being the one 'encouraged' by alcohol, shooting the priest an amused look.]

I hardly was the one emboldened by it.

[But he didn't want to ruin the priest's good mood with too much teasing, so he released him, looking through the crosses.]

Pick whichever one you want and I'll buy it for you. As thanks for the snacks.

[kokuyoyo]

[Both comments get the utmost dead eyed look at the demon, daring him to continue with either line of conversation, before he glances back down at the cross he'd first picked up.]

...This one, then. Since you're feeling the spirit of generosity today.

[possedere]

I'm always generous when it comes to you priest.

[He plucked the cross out from his hands, giving him a sickly sweet smile.]

Was there anything else you wanted?

[kokuyoyo]

...You always manage to sound disingenuous when you smile like that.

[An excellent actor, the demon is not. Still, Chikusa shakes his head and starts to follow him along to the cash register where an old woman waits.]

No... Not exactly. Nothing that can be bought here, at least.

[possedere]

Aren't demons only capable of lying anyway?

[He smiled far more pleasantly at the woman at the counter, handing over his card as he turned back towards the priest, attention caught by that simple statement.]

Such as?

[kokuyoyo]

We've had this talk already.

[He swears to God, Mukuro. Whether it's that or some other reason, Chikusa goes quiet, staying in the background with his chin tipped down towards his chest. It's only when they've exited out into the cool fall air does he answer.]

...It's hard to explain... But... [Subtly, he glances over at Mukuro from the side, quietly embarrassed in a way.] This is the first place I've ever traveled to.... outside of my home.

[possedere]

[They had, but it didn't mean it wasn't a talking point Mukuro wasn't more than willing to bring up again and again just to be a rude demon.

That being said, he listened curiously to Chikusa Kakimoto's vague explanation, raising an eyebrow.]

So this is more than just souvenirs then?

[kokuyoyo]

[Not wanting to maintain eye contact, Chikusa glances away again, feeling more embarrassed than he did when he first put on the childish hat in the morning with the knowledge of how weird Mukuro is about them.]

...What are the purpose of souvenirs anyway...?

[To remember that you were in a place... Being able to at least keep a fragment of it with you or in your home, a sign that you existed in another place. Isn't that the point of them? And he'll be going to many more places past this.... It seems overwhelming. Piece by piece, maybe it can be manageable.]

[possedere]

[It was always adorable to see his cute little priest struggling to become something akin to a human being, to stumble upon something people took for granted or did without thought. Mukuro watched his expression for a few moments, amused, before linking their arms again and leading him outside of the shop.]

To help them remember a good and happy time in their life. If that's what you're searching for Chikusa Kakimoto, then indeed we're in the wrong place.

[Even though he had never been to this town before, he walked with a purpose, heading towards the center of the town.]

[kokuyoyo]

Wh-

[It's easy to avoid stumbling when Mukuro suddenly starts to lead him off somewhere- an advantage that comes with long legs- but it doesn't help Chikusa be any less confused as he blinks in confusion at the demon.]

Where are you taking me?

[possedere]

To get you a proper souvenir.

[If this town didn't have something strange to get people to sped more than five seconds here, Mukuro would be surprised. It only took following some gaudily dressed tourist to bring them to 'the world's largest stamp ball', with a row of convenient gift shops lined up all around it.

He turned to the priest, grinning.]

Let's go take a picture.

[kokuyoyo]

[So that explains exactly nothing. Still, Chikusa goes along with it, glancing occasionally at stores and landmarks that they pass by. However much he might be trying to play it off.... He is curious at just what the demon could be thinking.]

[When they finally arrive at their apparent destination- the kind of tacky silliness he's only seen occasionally in clickbait articles- Chikusa blinks in surprise.]

This was your plan...?

[He didn't exactly bring a camera, but.... Well, that's the beauty of technology. Carefully, he starts to go through his pants pocket to pull out his phone.]

[possedere]

Most tiny cities like this will erect anything to improve tourism. We should do our part.

[He tugged the priest forward, pressing their faces close as the priest pulled out his phone. Once it looked like everything was in order, he took a quick moment to preen and fix his hair, straighten his clothes, and make a peace sign.]

Ready? One, two, three, cheese-

[Except he was going to turn his face and plant a kiss on the priest's cheek instead. Oops.]

[kokuyoyo]

I fail to see how this is helping at all. [Impassively, he watches as Mukuro preens and maybe rolls his eyes when the demon isn't looking.] And I don't think you need to be so vain when it's only something like this...

[Still, pride is one of the seven deadly sins, and Mukuro is a demon. He guesses it can't be helped in the end. Patiently, he waits for him to pose before glancing into the camera. He's never really taken a selfie before.... let alone with another person. In fact, the last time he might have smiled could very well have been for his school pictures...]

[Still. He tries this time, lips curving shyly and subtly upwards- ]

[Which of course Mukuro ruins with his little stunt.]

[Predictably, Chikusa jerks away, face flushing and fingers clumsy over his phone's screen.]

What was that-!?

[possedere]

[Sorry Chikusa Kakimoto, it was always a time to be vain when you were a pineapple haired demon, especially when he wanted to look good in the selfie of the priest's first souvenir memory.

He reached out to try to look at the phone, shooting the priest an amused look. It had been a while since he had been so adorably flustered, and it only made him that much more unrepentant.]

Was it not good enough of a memory priest?

[kokuyoyo]

We're in public- [A grit out sigh as the phone is taken and he tries to take it back.] Give that back.

[Besides, to Mukuro's probable disappointment, the picture is going to be a bit blurred. You know, from that jerk he made at suddenly being kissed?]

[possedere]

So it'd be fine if we weren't?

[He frowned, disappointed at the picture, but gave the phone back without much complaint, tipping his chin back to look at the priest.]

Are you so ashamed of physical affection, priest?

[Which wasn't the heart of the issue, not really, but why not make it the issue? It was at least one he could address and whittle down.]

[kokuyoyo]

[There's no answer to that first question, with Chikusa only taking his phone back to frown down at the image on it. After all.... They both know that worse things have happened between them behind closed doors.]

....I'm a priest. It's how I should be... Besides, anyone should have a little public decorum...

[possedere]

It's hardly the worst I could do. You could say that was me restraining myself.

[He gave the priest a small smirk, and instead of letting it devolve into an argument, he linked their arms together again.]

One more time. I'll behave.

[kokuyoyo]

[Still a deep pink in a way that has nothing to do with the cold, Chikusa sends him a suspicious side glance.]

You'll behave when your restraint was only that much?

[possedere]

Considering all the things I want to do to you Chikusa Kakimoto, wouldn't you call it restrained?

[He looked entirely too smug, and he leaned back in, stopping a respectful distance away.]

[kokuyoyo]

I would call it you testing your limits.

[Still, he takes another picture, and shows it immediately to Mukuro just so he won't go stealing it again. A steady hand makes it clear, and Chikusa is clearly in a blushing sulk in it next to an all too smug Mukuro.]

[No doubt exactly what the demon wanted.]