KHR Hell because fuck

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[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.]

[kokuyoyo]

No.

[It's a struggle to keep his voice bland and blunt, but habit dies hard. In this case, it's a good thing. Maybe he can hide the way that sends electricity up his leg and to his spine.]

[Show an inch, he'll take a mile. Chikusa has to remember that.]

[Now, immediately, if he can just change the subject- another sign catches his eye as they pass along the road.]

Something green.

[possedere]

[It mattered little what the priest said, since his body was far more honest. Mukuro barely hid his smirk, leaning back into his chair. He gave a few guesses, but ultimately wasn't able to suss out what exactly the priest was thinking of, curious as to what Chikusa Kakimoto would ask of him.]

What would your request be, then?

[kokuyoyo]

[What does he want? It's hard to say. More valuable things than what should be won in an idle game as they drive on and on. Chikusa tries to think of something minor enough that won't get him mocked too hard.]

I suppose... assisting me with getting something at the next place we stop.

[That's enough, right? Certainly something the demon has skills in for some reason or another.]

[possedere]

[That piqued his interest slightly, and he sat forward in his seat, eyeing the priest curiously.]

And what would that be?

[kokuyoyo]

Don't get your hopes up... It's only what you did in that other town, with the hat.

[Souvenir shopping, in other words.]

[possedere]

Liked that, did you? Being pampered?

[It was said softly, a lover's caress as Mukuro smirked at the priest knowingly.]