[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?
[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.]
[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...?
[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.]
[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.
[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.]
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.]
[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.]
[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 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.]
[How does he do that? What's the secret behind that ability to take literally anything Chikusa has ever said and twist it into something scandalous, lewd? It's more than just twisting the meaning; it's in the way Mukuro says it that makes it so dangerous.]
[Chikusa's fingers tighten a fraction against the steering wheel, and it takes him a moment to get the composure to speak.]
[For better or for worse, Mukuro reigned himself in with the rest of the game. Or at least that was what he told himself as he became unable to wring forth more favors from the priest. He was tempted to cheat, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to win such a half-hearted battle. He wanted to do so of his own skill and volition, and he was well aware the priest would most likely be on guard. It was best to behave until he started to become less cautious.
Still, he was glad when the priest announced they would be stopping for the night, tired of sitting and going a bit stir crazy being confined to one place for so long.]
Would you like to use the shower first?
[He dumped his own bags onto the bed he'd claimed as his own, shucking out of his boots.]
[For the entire ride, it's become more and more clear how impatient the demon was becoming. Little things, mostly, although he wonders in hindsight if the game of I Spy hadn't perhaps been a small sign all its own. A part of him had entertained the idea of how long it would take to wear the demon out from such traveling, but he knows that it would just be an annoying mess for him to deal with. After all, a bored demon is an annoying and dangerous one.]
[So it's probably for the better when they stop for the night, and Chikusa carefully places his own bag onto the other bed in the cheap little motel.]
You can use it.... I'm sure you'd like it more. In the meantime, I'm going to get some things for dinner.
[If he's lucky, maybe the food will make him fall asleep.]
[Mukuro flicked his gaze over to the priest curiously, since now that he thought about it, he hadn't offered to pull his own weight financially before. Sure, he had bought him trinkets, but he hadn't exactly paid for the necessities.
Either way he was going to put his luggage on the bed to root around for another change of clothes.]
[It seem as though he's going to head straight out again, with the way he turns for the door once more.... but then he pauses, fingers curling along the door frame. He glances over at the demon.]
...I've lived on my own long enough... I know how to manage money.
[He's not dependent on the demon. He doesn't need him, for money, or food, or anything else. Perhaps if he tells himself this, a stern reminder, then it will help some of his other feelings ease up. It's too late, of course, to say he doesn't long for the demon in some way, but... He's not helplessly swooning, right?]
[What a delicate situation he found himself in. On one hand, it would be easy to make the quips he always had, to draw the priest in a way that he knew that would keep their situation light, and thus, easy for the priest to dismiss and not dwell upon. But he would make no real, lasting progress that way. He had insinuated himself in to Chikusa Kakimoto's life, true, but how long would it be until the priest came to his senses? No, this was a cross roads, not the largest he had faced, but an important one nonetheless. If this was anyone else, Mukuro would have taken it as a cry for help, or that the priest was seeking validation. Even though Mukuro was here, he was still alone.
It was tempting, so incredibly tempting, to cross the scant distance between them and show the priest how he wasn't alone anymore. To remind him with his fingers and mouth and tongue that Mukuro was tangible, he was here, and yet- there was also an anger too, and Mukuro was sure his eye was burning red when he tipped his face up to meet the priest's gaze squarely.]
The whole point of this was so you wouldn't be alone anymore.
[He couldn't help but clench the clothes in his hands, scowl overtaking his face.]
I've put up with all the imperfections of this vessel, the disgusting bodily functions, having to be unconscious so often, being stuck in one place at one time, and I have done so for you. So try not to take my offers so lightly.
[Maybe it's the long drive that's wore down his stamina for his sort of thing. Maybe, in the face of arguments he's been trying so hard to avoid, he's lashed out instinctively. Maybe he's jus a smart ass when he's tired. Who knows. Chikusa certainly can't say, not right now, anyway. All he can do is pause at his own words before turning his head away as to not look at Mukuro's face.]
[Of course he knows what the demon has gone through... At least, he's thought about it plenty, perhaps more than Mukuro could guess. It's the same fact which has drawn him back to him against all common sense, against his own statement that he was done. Yet here he is, going against the statement he'd once made to the demon, and at such a level, too. He'd always been able to ignore honeyed words from demons during exorcisms before...]
[But then, no demon had taken such a personal interest in him, either, or gone to these lengths.]
[Oh, now wasn't that a good question, one that cut to the core of the matter. It would be laughably easy to trap Chikusa Kakimoto into a world of Mukuro's own making, to drag him out of his physical body and down into hell, to lock him up in some ivory tower where no one else could look upon him or see him. The greedy and territorial portion of Mukuro would love nothing more, and clothing forgotten, he stalked over to where the priest was studiously avoiding his gaze. Gently, even though he wanted nothing more to slam his hands on either side of the priest's head and trap him so he had no choice but to look at him, he tipped the other man's chin so that their gazes met. Though in this form, he was shorter, his aura was still as large and encompassing as always, second only to his ego and avarice.]
A part of me would delight in that, to have you so wholly dependent on me. To put you somewhere where no one else could see you, touch you, or even breathe the same air as you. Because you are mine Chikusa Kakimoto, and no one else's.
[That last sentence might as well have been tinged with hell fire, his tone a hammered out steel. The priest was getting smart mouthed, becoming complacent. Mukuro had to wonder if he had forgotten who he belonged to.
He let his hand drop to his side, and he took a step, letting out a sigh. Oh, how easy it would be to bewitch and bespell his cute little priest. To make him lose all reason and sense of self. And yet, that was not why Mukuro was here. If he wanted an obedient puppet, he had legions. He wanted Chikusa Kakimoto to choose him of his own free will, for reasons he couldn't define. Boredom, perhaps. To see if he could, for another. But mostly because it seemed so obvious that the priest was his, and he wanted to hear that from the priest's own, stubborn mouth.]
But to do so would defeat why I'm here in the first place.
[Ignore him. The message pounds in his head, in time with the demon's footsteps stalking towards him, in time with the heartbeat nestled firmly in his throat. Ignore him. No matter how much he got angry, he wouldn't budge. He wouldn't even respond. Chikusa tries to tell himself this, even as he can tell from his periphery when Mukuro comes to a stop right in front of him. Desperately on repeat, the words continue even when his chin is taken- and so horribly gently, more gently than anyone else in his life. Biting back a shudder, he can't- doesn't- stop the way his head is guided.]
[Sometimes he wishes the demon didn't look at him this way with eyes deeper than the ocean and about as suffocating. More than 'sometimes', he wishes the words which slip out from his silver tongue couldn't have such an effect on him, but they do. He knows it's wrong- a normal person shouldn't feel electricity shoot down their spine and curl in their stomach at the idea of being owned with nothing else to their name but their connection to another person. That goes double, for a priest to a demon. Yet thinking of being trapped somewhere, seeing Mukuro and only him, relying on him...]
[He can't tell what's worse: wanting that so badly, or thinking that it's barely different from his usual life.]
[When Mukuro finally lets go, Chikusa lets out a breath he didn't know he had lost, and his arms wind a little tighter around himself.]
...Do you ever feel fear?
[Perhaps the murmured question is out of the blue, but it's one he feels is suddenly vital to this conversation. His eyes flick away, looking at anything but the demon, but he doesn't turn his head.]
[My, my, did the priest want to be locked away, with only Mukuro to keep him company? He could feel the priest's want like fingers against the knobs of his spine, taste his shudder like liquid gold on his tongue, heavy and cloying. He wanted everything, wanted to devour the priest whole until there was nothing but bones to break between his teeth. And yet, he withdrew, to give them both distance, heading back to the clothes he had so easily discarded before. The question was met with a small laugh, Mukuro shrugging a shoulder carelessly.]
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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?
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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.
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What else have you noticed?
[He didn't bother to even verbally dismiss the priest's guess, merely shaking his head in answer.]
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[Best he can, he ignores him.]
If I stroke your ego, does that mean I get more turns...?
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[Mukuro shot him a wicked look, before popping more fudge into his mouth, clearly enjoying himself.]
Stop stalling, priest.
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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.
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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.
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[So much anticipation only for that, and he blinks in surprise.]
...Just that?
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[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.]
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[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.
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What would your request be, then?
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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.]
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And what would that be?
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[Souvenir shopping, in other words.]
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[It was said softly, a lover's caress as Mukuro smirked at the priest knowingly.]
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[Chikusa's fingers tighten a fraction against the steering wheel, and it takes him a moment to get the composure to speak.]
It's only shopping...
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Still, he was glad when the priest announced they would be stopping for the night, tired of sitting and going a bit stir crazy being confined to one place for so long.]
Would you like to use the shower first?
[He dumped his own bags onto the bed he'd claimed as his own, shucking out of his boots.]
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[So it's probably for the better when they stop for the night, and Chikusa carefully places his own bag onto the other bed in the cheap little motel.]
You can use it.... I'm sure you'd like it more. In the meantime, I'm going to get some things for dinner.
[If he's lucky, maybe the food will make him fall asleep.]
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[Mukuro flicked his gaze over to the priest curiously, since now that he thought about it, he hadn't offered to pull his own weight financially before. Sure, he had bought him trinkets, but he hadn't exactly paid for the necessities.
Either way he was going to put his luggage on the bed to root around for another change of clothes.]
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[It seem as though he's going to head straight out again, with the way he turns for the door once more.... but then he pauses, fingers curling along the door frame. He glances over at the demon.]
...I've lived on my own long enough... I know how to manage money.
[He's not dependent on the demon. He doesn't need him, for money, or food, or anything else. Perhaps if he tells himself this, a stern reminder, then it will help some of his other feelings ease up. It's too late, of course, to say he doesn't long for the demon in some way, but... He's not helplessly swooning, right?]
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
It was tempting, so incredibly tempting, to cross the scant distance between them and show the priest how he wasn't alone anymore. To remind him with his fingers and mouth and tongue that Mukuro was tangible, he was here, and yet- there was also an anger too, and Mukuro was sure his eye was burning red when he tipped his face up to meet the priest's gaze squarely.]
The whole point of this was so you wouldn't be alone anymore.
[He couldn't help but clench the clothes in his hands, scowl overtaking his face.]
I've put up with all the imperfections of this vessel, the disgusting bodily functions, having to be unconscious so often, being stuck in one place at one time, and I have done so for you. So try not to take my offers so lightly.
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[Maybe it's the long drive that's wore down his stamina for his sort of thing. Maybe, in the face of arguments he's been trying so hard to avoid, he's lashed out instinctively. Maybe he's jus a smart ass when he's tired. Who knows. Chikusa certainly can't say, not right now, anyway. All he can do is pause at his own words before turning his head away as to not look at Mukuro's face.]
[Of course he knows what the demon has gone through... At least, he's thought about it plenty, perhaps more than Mukuro could guess. It's the same fact which has drawn him back to him against all common sense, against his own statement that he was done. Yet here he is, going against the statement he'd once made to the demon, and at such a level, too. He'd always been able to ignore honeyed words from demons during exorcisms before...]
[But then, no demon had taken such a personal interest in him, either, or gone to these lengths.]
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A part of me would delight in that, to have you so wholly dependent on me. To put you somewhere where no one else could see you, touch you, or even breathe the same air as you. Because you are mine Chikusa Kakimoto, and no one else's.
[That last sentence might as well have been tinged with hell fire, his tone a hammered out steel. The priest was getting smart mouthed, becoming complacent. Mukuro had to wonder if he had forgotten who he belonged to.
He let his hand drop to his side, and he took a step, letting out a sigh. Oh, how easy it would be to bewitch and bespell his cute little priest. To make him lose all reason and sense of self. And yet, that was not why Mukuro was here. If he wanted an obedient puppet, he had legions. He wanted Chikusa Kakimoto to choose him of his own free will, for reasons he couldn't define. Boredom, perhaps. To see if he could, for another. But mostly because it seemed so obvious that the priest was his, and he wanted to hear that from the priest's own, stubborn mouth.]
But to do so would defeat why I'm here in the first place.
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[Sometimes he wishes the demon didn't look at him this way with eyes deeper than the ocean and about as suffocating. More than 'sometimes', he wishes the words which slip out from his silver tongue couldn't have such an effect on him, but they do. He knows it's wrong- a normal person shouldn't feel electricity shoot down their spine and curl in their stomach at the idea of being owned with nothing else to their name but their connection to another person. That goes double, for a priest to a demon. Yet thinking of being trapped somewhere, seeing Mukuro and only him, relying on him...]
[He can't tell what's worse: wanting that so badly, or thinking that it's barely different from his usual life.]
[When Mukuro finally lets go, Chikusa lets out a breath he didn't know he had lost, and his arms wind a little tighter around himself.]
...Do you ever feel fear?
[Perhaps the murmured question is out of the blue, but it's one he feels is suddenly vital to this conversation. His eyes flick away, looking at anything but the demon, but he doesn't turn his head.]
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Not often. It's been centuries. Why?
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xoxo
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why do you spurn my love like this, mimi
because this isn't love it's bullying
but i give you so much attention!!
is this a good thing
don't you appreciate the things i make for you
ig but lbr they're for you too
because you do things that haunt me, mimi, and i must purge them from my brain via release
i don't know what you're talking about
mermaid au mimi!!!!!
are you really complaining about mermaid au in mermay james
weh
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