KHR Hell because fuck

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[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.

[kokuyoyo]

[She? The surprise pronoun is a surprise puzzle to him, and Chikusa quirks up an eyebrow as he looks to the demon, enough that he doesn't protest the hat being pushed back to his chest. Who was he...?]

[The minor mystery gets put back on the shelf as the demon continues talking and he purses his lips as he looks down at it. This is sounding for some reason like a bad idea, but...]

...Just don't get too many. I only have so much room in my apartment mailbox.

[possedere]

[Oops, had he slipped? At any rate, he only smiled at the priest innocently enough, taking the gaudy hat covered in stamps as well, putting it on his own head.]

If that's your concern, I'll send them to my apartment instead and bring them over to you.

[He offered his arm again, delicately stuffing another piece of fudge into his mouth.]

Was there anything else you wanted?

[kokuyoyo]

[For all that he knows he should be more responsible and annoyed with the demon, it's hard to glower too much when Mukuro puts the hat on his own head. Chikusa has to glance away at that, mouth twisting a little as he keeps from smiling.]

...I think you want the hat more than I do... but this is enough for me.

[possedere]

It would be cuter on you, don't you think?

[Still he wasn't going to deny it, looping their arms back together and going to the counter to pay for everything. Once they were back outside, he turned to the priest, still insufferably smug.]

Should we head back to the car then?

[kokuyoyo]

We do have time to make up for indulging your whim.

[Still, as they make their way through the town and over to where he parked the car, he glances down over at Mukuro quietly. It's... hard to say what he wants to, so he leads with something else.]

...Are you going to wear that the entire ride>

[possedere]

Wasn't the whim yours?

[Mukuro sent the priest a knowing look. He had been fine with the thought of napping all the way to their destination, after all.

The question was met with a quiet chuckle as Mukuro broke off another piece of fudge, plopping it into his mouth.]

So long as it doesn't interfere with sleeping, I don't see why not.

[kokuyoyo]

[More heat stings at his cheeks, and he can't deny it doesn't have much to do with the chill in the air.]

I only wanted to go into the antique store...

[Still, he can't deny that... In some ways, he enjoyed it. Even the kiss, although he knows better than to admit such a thing where the demon can hear it. Opening the door, he waits for Mukuro to come inside before starting it up... and murmuring in the direction of the steering wheel.]

Thank you.

[Conversation, what conversation, he's just going to start the car and get them out of here]

[possedere]

Did you not enjoy yourself?

[Honestly, for someone who accused Mukuro of lying all the time, the priest wasn't particularly forthcoming either. Still, he wouldn't press it since the priest looked so cute flushed as he was, and settling back in the car was already making Mukuro sleepy.

Not enough to miss the priest thanking him though, and he turned assessing eyes over to him, mouth quirking up slightly.]

What for?

[kokuyoyo]

[Does he really have to ask? Chikusa keeps his eyes focused straight on the road, determined not to pay the demon much mind or feed into his almost constant amusement more than he can avoid.]

For... helping with souvenirs. I thought you were going back to sleep?

[possedere]

Oh, just that?

[Mukuro stuck another piece of fudge into his mouth, leaning back into his seat. While sleep was a tempting idea, the thought of teasing the priest was enough to keep him awake.]

Didn't you bring me along to keep you company? Should we play a game?

[kokuyoyo]

["Just that" for something that means so much to him... Chikusa bites back a quiet sigh. Typical of a demon. Well, perhaps it's for the better.]

[As they exit the city, he spares a glance at Mukuro.]

What kind of game?

[possedere]

We could play a questions game to get to know each other.

[Or more likely, Mukuro would lie and try to get what he wanted from the priest, what else was new? But then again... He tilted his head to the side, considering.]

Or I Spy.