KHR Hell because fuck

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[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.]

[possedere]

[Mukuro wasn't going to correct him since the priest was correct, and if he was smug in the picture, he was entirely too smug now at having photographic evidence of whatever this was.]

Send it to me?

[Because he was going to make it his background, enjoy that priest.

That being said, he turned away, linking their arms together again.]

And to complete this, we need to get you something properly tacky.

[kokuyoyo]

[And because that sounds like a horrible idea-]

No.

[That phone is going right into his pocket, at least until Mukuro inevitably steals it. Chikusa's sulk doesn't seem to lessen as he's taken by the arm, glancing around.]

We weren't meant to stay here long, just so you know....

[possedere]

[That petulance was only going to be met with a small laugh, Mukuro shooting the priest a knowing smirk.]

So shy now all of a sudden?

[But he was going to blissfully ignore the second part, instead heading into one of the gift shops that were as equally unimaginative as the ball of stamps, but he figured a snow globe would make a fine first souvenir as well as some of the ball shaped fudge they were making. ]

See anything you like?

[kokuyoyo]

[Pursing his lips and wanting to become more stoic again, Chikusa looks away. He may or may not still be sulking.]

I'm not being shy....

[There's no response to the row of snowglobes that are on display, just a moment of silent stubbornness as he stands there drilling holes into a wall with his eyes alone. Finally, however, conceding that he won't win this and they really shouldn't dally long, Chikusa starts to guide Mukuro along.]

[He may or may not making a beeline to a row of scarves and hats and other such small accessories.]

[possedere]

[Sulking or not, his little priest was cute, so Mukuro only chuckled softly to himself before releasing him.

He bought a few different flavors of fudge before heading back to where the priest was, laughing at a gaudy hat covered in stamps.]

Should I get that for your collection?

[kokuyoyo]

You're the one who...

[Trailing off, his eyes focus pointedly at the fudge for a second. For the love of... He packed tons of snacks in the car, most that haven't even been touched yet, and the demon is still getting more.]

[A child. He's made the grave mistake of not falling for a demon, but an actual child.]

[God please help him.]

[Not even saying anything about it, he reaches forward to take one of the hats- a beanie of course.]

You mentioned proper souvenirs.

[possedere]

[Look, he was allowed to get as many snacks as he wanted if he couldn't get the fleshy snack he wanted most. He broke off a piece to offer to the priest.

( Also god had no power over him in this realm so save your prayers. )

He watched the priest choose, laughing at the one he picked out.]

You can get more than one you know.

[kokuyoyo]

[(She still has power over that dick eeeeeeeey)]

[The laughter that sounds off right at his side has Chikusa hunch his shoulders up, and he starts to put it back.]

It's a sin to be too greedy. Besides, I do have limited room in my car you realize.

[possedere]

[(She technically has power over everyone's dick so I guess I can't even argue.)

Mukuro let a small sigh out, pushing the priest's hand back to his chest, canting his head to the side.]

She won't fault you for one more hat, Chikusa Kakimoto.

[Then, smiling almost innocently:]

If we get too many souvenirs I'll just have them mailed back to the apartment. The modern age is so helpful with these things.