KHR Hell because fuck

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[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.

[kokuyoyo]

[The questions game sounds a lot like what had happened in their dream, which he's about to point out, until Mukuro mentions that other suggestion.]

....I didn't think you had a taste for a game a childish as that.

[possedere]

It passes the time, does it not?

[Also Mukuro might be a little bit childish but don't tell anyone. Settling in comfortably, Mukuro glanced around at their surroundings, eyes alighting on the blue cooler in the back seat before looking elsewhere to throw off suspicion. Then he turned to the priest, smirking.]

I spy with my little eye something blue.

[Is this really happening right now.]

[kokuyoyo]

[...This is really happening right now.]

[If he wasn't the one driving the car, Chikusa would stare at him, but eyes on the road and all of that. He's not going to crash his car before he's even had his first out-of-town exorcism. So all he can do is keep his eyebrows raised before his gaze flits to outside.]

...The sky.

[possedere]

[It really is, enjoy it while it lasts because it wasn't going to amuse Mukuro for now. That being said, that answer was met with a small chuckle.]

No. Should we place a limit on guesses to make the game more interesting?

[kokuyoyo]

[All he can do is pray that it lasts long enough... Chikusa frowns a little at the road at the sudden addition.]

It's a bit late to add something, isn't it...?

[possedere]

Should we start on my turn then?

[Mukuro turned his full attention to the priest, smirking.]

Though if you win this first round, I'll listen to one request of yours.

[kokuyoyo]

Is there some sort of consequence if I lose?

[Chikusa glances back at him, raising an eyebrow pointedly. With a demon, it's always good to get everything.]

[possedere]

It would make the game fair and exciting, don't you think?

[He plopped another piece of fudge into his mouth, licking his fingers off generously.]

Perhaps you should listen to a request of mine.

[kokuyoyo]

It sounds troublesome...

[But then, that is the existence of the demon in a nutshell. So very troublesome. Driving with one hand, he holds out his palm.]

Pass a sandwich from the cooler, please... And what would your request be?

[possedere]

You'll find out when I win.

[But he complied with the request, turning to forage around in the cooler. He also fished out a drink just in case, settling back down in his seat and unwrapping the sandwich like the thoughtful demonic entity he was.]

But if you're concerned, you can set boundaries.

[He held out the sandwich with a small, innocent smile.]

[kokuyoyo]

[So something devious and lewd, no doubt. Chikusa accepts the sandwich with only the barest glances, not wanting to take his eyes off of the road for too long. On one hand, he knows better. On the other, the demon will no doubt be a menace without entertainment.]

....I'll be sure to let you know my boundaries if you get any ideas. Go ahead, then.

[possedere]

[That was better than an outright 'no', and pleased, Mukuro leaned back into his seat, canting his head to the side.]

I'll be generous. You can have five guesses. Or should I guess instead?

[kokuyoyo]

....Five is more than enough.

[Especially because, honestly, Chikusa had assumed that the demon would go smaller just to mess with him. Shifting lanes, he considers what else there could be.]

Then... Your eye.

[possedere]

[What part of 'generous' had been misunderstood? Though if he lost too often and if the consequences were too steep, Mukuro would have to revisit that particular piece of charity.

He canted his head to the side, amused and flattered that would be the first guess.]

As entrancing as it is, no. Do you find yourself looking at it often?

[kokuyoyo]

[If the demon cheats, Chikusa will not even be remotely surprised. Kind of like now, with those words.]

With how much you've been in my life, of course I'm going to notice that part of you...

[Hm. If they stay on this topic for too long, who knows where it will lead. It's as they pass along another exit, one which Chikusa doesn't take, something springs to mind.]

One of the road signs.

[possedere]

[Now this was a topic that could keep Mukuro entertained for days. He leaned forward, chuckling softly.]

What else have you noticed?

[He didn't bother to even verbally dismiss the priest's guess, merely shaking his head in answer.]

[kokuyoyo]

[Ugh. So that's more of his turns lost now... And the demon looking far too interested, leaning closer in a place where Chikusa himself couldn't escape at all.]

[Best he can, he ignores him.]

If I stroke your ego, does that mean I get more turns...?

[possedere]

That's not quite the thing I want you to stroke.

[Mukuro shot him a wicked look, before popping more fudge into his mouth, clearly enjoying himself.]

Stop stalling, priest.

[kokuyoyo]

[There's an annoyed noise in the back of his throat, and his gaze narrows just slightly at the road ahead.]

You're the one who suddenly started asking about your appearance. Please try to not redirect your vanity's flaws onto me...

[But this is getting bad. He's still driving, meaning his attention can't really drift from the road unless he wants to risk being a bad driver. He's never been in an accident once in his life; Chikusa doesn't plan on starting now while he has a demon in the car.]

A... car we might have passed, then.

[possedere]

[It was too cute to see the priest annoyed and looking a little bit frazzled, and Mukuro only chuckled low in his throat. However, it was far more gratifying once Chikusa Kakimoto's guesses ran out, and while there was a very long moment where Mukuro thought of requesting something lewd, instead he yawned, stretching out.]

Change your phone's background to one of the photos we took today. Then let me know when you're ready to have me guess.

[kokuyoyo]

[An uncomfortable twisting sensation of nervousness and anticipation both go through him once he's failed his last guess, and he tries not to show it even as his fingers tighten against the steering wheel. Every time he's let the demon take an inch, he's gone for a mile, so what...]

[So much anticipation only for that, and he blinks in surprise.]

...Just that?

[possedere]

Disappointed? Should I change it to something else?

[Mukuro's lips curl up slightly, his fingers brushing lightly against the priest's outer thigh. Was the priest hoping for something more explicit? In any case, Mukuro was intending on winning more than once.]