[Chikusa, how adorable. Mukuro valued that loyalty immensely, but it didn't mean he wasn't going to test it from time to time. He waited a few minutes just in case another message was going to come through before replying.]
I'm sure if you are as important to this person as they are to you, they will be understanding. Sometimes exploring other options will help you realize how good you have it or what you might need to change.
[A period of silence passes by that definitely breaches the ten minute mark, but this time it's not because Chikusa doesn't know what to say. It's more a sign that he's thinking deeply on what's just been said to him.]
I already know how good I have it. The things that could be changed are minor complaints.
Besides, I'm not sure how a relationship with someone would offer much insight into it. It's two different situations.
[...But that's because his complaints are more practical in nature than anything else.]
[That long bout of silence was hard to gauge on Mukuro's end, but he'd chalk it up to Chikusa processing his thoughts and reactions as always. It didn't make the wait any less annoying, and he would be sure to take it out on Fran for a bit.
As such, his response will be a bit delayed once he does realize he had a notification, frowning at the screen slightly in seeing Chikusa's response. Time to shake things up a bit then.]
My apologies, I misunderstood. I thought they were someone important, but not that you were in a relationship with them.
In any case, I would still suggest talking to the clerk. Repeated face-to-face interactions might help lesson those feelings as your impressions would become more grounded in reality.
['Relationship'? An interesting way to put it. Chikusa wouldn't describe it as such but then... He's never had to describe it. Ken's feelings are much the same, he's pretty sure M.M. subscribes to the "doesn't give a shit" line of thought, and Chrome... has similar but not exactly the same feelings. There's no need to describe it to each other. They all already know.]
[...And, he decides, there's no reason for a complete stranger on the internet to know anything about it besides the basics he's already told.]
[Congrats, "Maru", that first part is getting completely ignored.]
That advice still seems sound. I think I'm more prepared for conversations so thank you for that help.
[Probably more prepared, anyway. At least he can bullshit appropriately. New life skill acquired.]
[Well, Chikusa wouldn't be a trusted member of the K-Gang if he spilled his guts on the internet to the first stranger who asked questions. A lack of reaction was a reaction from Chikusa, and Mukuro was going to count it as a victory.]
[That's because Chikusa has decided that the conversation is officially Done and has thus left. He's spent enough time from their dilapidated home, after all, at least on his own. At least on the way there, he bought a small box of gum- on sale, cheap- just so it would shut Ken up for a while.]
[It's with that tucked under his arm that he finally arrives back, leaving the box for Ken on a still standing table as he looks around the center.]
Mukuro-sama?
[It always pays to look around and make sure that their leader is around instead of having decided to take off for whatever reason.]
[Though Mukuro wasn't exactly expecting a response, he kept his screen open for a little while longer before turning his full attention to tormenting Fran, half for his own good and half out of sheer excitement. So what was Chikusa going to do now? He couldn't help but be curious, and he wanted to be able to question the other boy without interference, so he made sure to run Fran ragged, until the other boy passed out of sheer exhaustion.
As usual, his timing was impeccable since he heard Chikusa's voice calling out for him, and pocketing his phone, he left the room without sparing a glance behind him.]
Welcome back.
[His voice was heard before he was seen, Mukuro taking the steps down leisurely.]
[A minute trace of reassurance slips through him as he hears Mukuro's voice. It was impossible at times for even him and Ken- even Chrome sometimes, he thinks- to tell when Mukuro would linger about or when he would vanish without a trace. Chikusa doesn't hold any grudges over this. It's how Mukuro is. So long as he doesn't abandon them completely...]
[His dark eyes land on the other boy when he shows himself, as quiet and unreadable as usual.]
No, Mukuro-sama. [Then, because he'd make the same offer regardless, it just happens to work to his advantage this time-] If you want something, I can retrieve it now. Or tomorrow.
[It doesn't really matter which. It's a bit of a trek regardless, which means plenty of time to think before getting into town proper... and the small store with the clerk.]
[While Ken might be the more outwardly dog-like of the two, Chikusa had been well trained indeed. It was a temptation to go with Chikusa and see this interaction firsthand, but he would be a poor illusionist if his presence was always know, especially when he least wanted it to.
He moved forward, pressing a stack of yen notes into Chikusa's hand.]
[A nod was the only answer given, on the basis that it was all that was needed as far as Chikusa was concerned, and he immediately turned right back around from where he'd come from.]
[When you got down to it, after all, he was straightforward. It was practically guaranteed that he'd go right to the store, no dawdling or diversions.]
[That meant, for, say, skilled illusionists, it would be easy to follow after him with little trouble.]
[Good thing that Mukuro was one of the best illusionists then, and that only a select few cheaters could sense his presence when he didn't want them to. It always was a good ego boost to know that his skills were still as sharp as ever.
Inhabiting the body of an unassuming and bland business man was simple enough, and Mukuro would be skimming through the headlines of a newspaper when Chikusa arrived at the store, back turned to him but ears and eyes open and ready.]
[One thing can be assured for Mukuro, at least- Chikusa sticks to his task as stubborn as a train on rails. Without missing a beat, he heads straight to the snack aisle and methodically begins to comb through everything. What a good thing that he's quite familiar with Mukuro's tastes by now. The only thing he needs to worry about is deciding what and how much to get with what he was given.]
[Needless to say, it's a time intensive process. Chikusa is nothing if not mindful of these things. Yet, for someone watching closely and familiar with him, something soon becomes apparent. Subtly, he's lingering near the end of one aisle, perfectly in view of a clear that's stocking up a self.]
[As Mukuro might guess, this is the object of Chikusa's attention.]
[Unlike most of those who flitter in and out of the ruins of Kokuyo Land, the boy Chikusa is quietly eyeing is... well, healthy, for one thing, which is perhaps why his height is so much more noticeable. No poor posture and broad shoulders make it so that he seems smaller than he really is. Despite this fact, he's not very intimidating at all. The most likely cause for this is his droopy but bright green eyes, a softness to his person that helps accentuate the careful way he goes about his job.]
[And, frankly, not too bad looking, either.]
[Despite having gotten everything he came for, Chikusa still seems to hesitate making an approach of any sort. As it turns out, a long walk isn't enough time now that he has to deal with staring the situation in the face. Fortunately, however, the clerk in question manages to spot him. Immediately, there's a friendly smile lighting up his face.]
"Ah, it's you!"
[One of Chikusa's fingers twitch against a box he's holding, but he stays in place as the clerk comes over to him.]
"It's... Kakimoto-san, right? I was really surprised when you introduced yourself last time but left so suddenly."
...Just 'Chikusa' is fine.
[If, from this bit of conversation, Mukuro is visualizing Chikusa abruptly giving out his name at the end of a transaction and booking it before the clerk can get over his bemusement... Yeah, that's exactly what happened. That's absolutely what drove him to consulting the internet for how to talk to people.]
['Clerk-san' doesn't see to mind, at least. In fact, he seems pleased to already be on first name basis now.]
"Well, I'm glad you came back... Are you having trouble with something?"
...No. I'm done.
[And with that, things seem like they'll go on as usual. Chikusa is fairly quiet as Clerk-san goes back to the register with him, still smiling and seeming content. It appears as though everything will go on as usual- silence and departure-]
How have you been?
[The words are so abrupt, not really in question, but in tone, as though something he accidentally dropped out of his hands. Clerk-san seems a bit surprised at them, but it's impossible to tell what Chikusa himself is feeling. The reliable stoic expression is firmly in place, even with all the mental groaning at himself. Yet, there it is again, that bright friendly smile.]
"I've been well! We just celebrated my little sister's birthday not too long ago. Ne, when is yours, Chikusa?"
October.
"Then it's a ways off... I'll remember for this year, then. Ah, here's your total."
[It's a mundane conversation by normal standards, but it's a lot of effort on someone like Chikusa's part. Not that it shows until after he's waved and left, shoulders slumping slightly as he adjusts his glasses.]
[It was maybe a couple minutes worth of conversation. Is it supposed to feel this exhausting? Then again, he did a lot of working it up in his own mind...]
[He can think about it on the way back. After all, (as far as he knows), Mukuro-sama is waiting for him.]
[How... surprising. Mukuro had never paid much attention to the clerk, no more than he normally did anyone who was of no use to him, so upon greater inspection he was uncertain of the draw. A healthy body yes, and a kind heart, but otherwise normal and indistinguishable from anyone else. Though he supposed that sort of stability and average-ness was comforting in its own way.
He listened to their interaction hungrily, a touch prideful of how well Chikusa managed and a bit possessive as well. Chikusa was one of his after all, but while it was a normal interaction for the clerk he was sure it had much more impact on Chikusa.
As soon as Chikusa exited the store, he watched the clerk for a few extra minutes to see if anything was reciprocated before releasing his hold on the borrowed body. He was lounging comfortably on one of the decrepit couches when Chikusa returned, idly tapping at his phone.]
[It's a mystery, isn't it? Chikusa himself couldn't explain it if he were asked upfront. That's his problem, of course. So much time spent muffling emotions, making only a tiny percentage of it show at any given time unless he was pressed straight up against the wall, he never actually explored them. Never found the words for them.]
[So he can't really explain what it is that lights up in his chest when he expects the bag on the way back only to find that a small pack of mint gum has been slipped inside free of charge.]
[...Who knows what this means. Let alone him.]
[It's tucked away discretely in his coat pocket when he returns, heading in a straight line right to the couch.]
No, Mukuro-sama.
[It's not a lie. Chikusa at least has enough presence of mind to recognize mundane conversations. Nothing of note, really happened. So he can give such an answer in his usual manner, holding out the bag to Mukuro.]
[It wasn't as if Mukuro expected a different answer, since Chikusa might still be processing the whole interaction. Instead, he shifted so Chikusa would have room to sit, taking the bag from Chikusa's grasp and poking through the snacks with interest. Chikusa knew his tastes rather well, and it sent a small thrum of pleasure through him. Despite what he had said as Maru, he didn't believe Chikusa needed to change anything about himself nor did he need to explore any other relationships. Still, if Chikusa felt that need, he wouldn't begrudge him.
He took a bag of chips out, opening it and starting to munch on them noisily, gaze sly.]
But you conversed so well with that clerk, Kurēn.
[Sorry Chikusa, sometimes Mukuro had no chill when it came to wanting to know something. In ten years he might have found a way to calm his tits but that would be a long time coming.]
[At this point, Chikusa would move on if nothing else was required of him. However, the move for more room on the couch was a clear signal. Not one to refuse, he made a move forward-]
[And froze midstep at the use of the username, the stiffness in his body telling.]
[The answer was obvious, in hindsight. The name, the way he'd been approached so easily...]
[Muffling any frustration at being caught, as usual, the only glimpse of it was the way Chikusa reached up to adjust his glasses.]
[It was useless to try and hide anything from Mukuro. Even if they hadn't know each other their whole lives, he was adept at reading people, even those as composed as Chikusa. The fact that he had known Chikusa his whole life was even more telling. For Chikusa, a slight twitch of an eyebrow was an exclamation of surprise, a softening of his expression was a smile, and fidgeting with his glasses would have been an exclamation of annoyance from anyone else.
Mukuro still moved over to let Chikusa sit if he chose, holding out the bag of chips to him.]
I'll up your allowance so you can see him more.
[Because it was an experiment, in a way. See how this relationship might progress, if it did at all. He canted his head to the side, watching Chikusa's face.]
You deserve it, after all.
[To be caught and mocked by Mukuro or to have a pay raise was anyone's guess.]
[There was no running from this. It was a surrender to sink into the couch, posture still as horrible as usual. As far as Chikusa was concerned, it was the east and usually best course of action. He didn't have the energy or inclination to be stubborn against Mukuro. Leave that to fools, like Fran, or those who had the energy for it, like M.M. and Chrome.]
[Even now, he found that he simply didn't have the inclination for it. Not right then, anyway.]
[Wordlessly, he accepted a chip from the bag and used it as an excuse to stay quiet while Mukuro spoke. It wouldn't work forever, of course, but for a few seconds, at least.]
...I wouldn't want it to interfere with your plans, Mukuro-sama.
[One of the "cons" he'd put on his little mental list, and also very practical with nothing to do with his emotions.]
[...There was no complaint towards an allowance raise, however. He could use that for other things besides visiting his awkward crush.]
[Mukuro tipped the bag back towards himself, popping a few chips into his mouth as he crunched around them noisily, smirking. It would have been a lie to say he had no plans as of the moment, since even while he was sitting on the couch he was waiting from reports from his other agents, but there were none that were so delicate that a single store worker could upset them.]
You and Ken rarely get any time off.
[Namely because Mukuro was used to having them at his beck and call, but still. He wasn't so pathetic that he couldn't do without Chikusa for however long it took for him to come to terms with his crush.]
[No to mention, well, Chikusa supposes neither of them can really think of much else for them to do. There are ways for them both to pass the time, obviously, but there was never a chance from the day they were born for them to be used to more normal "vacation time". Maybe they'd get too fidgety if they were shoved into such a life.]
[Ostracization. Experimentation. Freedom. And now, for some time, patiently working at murdering those in power who were too arrogant to see the noose around their throats.]
[...So, yes, having 'time off' is a strange sort of concept, and Chikusa doesn't seem to know what to do with it despite the clear message he's been given.]
And Ken?
[Aka, does this time off and allowance only apply to him? Chikusa definitely isn't sure how he feels about that.]
Don't misunderstand. Your continued loyalty and help is still expected, but for now there isn't much you two are necessary for.
[Because while Mukuro might like to pretend in this instance he was generous, what was his was his. He had fought too hard to keep what was his untouched and untainted, had never let go of anything that hadn't been ripped from his bloody hands, but being so at this point might have an opposite effect. Still, his voice was sharp, steel underneath his light airy tone.
He shrugged as he munched on his chips, offering more to Chikusa.]
[There's no way that edge of steel would go past him. An obedient nod.]
Whenever you have use of us next, Mukuro-sama.
[They'd drop everything and go to him, without question. They're his, after all. They have been for many years. Nothing could change that. All that, within one simple sentence, before he reached over to accept another chip.]
I'll let him know. [A pause, but not because he's eating. He twisted the chip in his hand, gathering his thoughts.] ...What do you wish from this, Mukuro-sama?
[That response was a good one, and earned Chikusa an approving hum as Mukuro crunched on more chips, watching Chikusa's face for any sign of his ( possibly turbulent ) thoughts. While it would be easy, easier than breathing, to mold Chikusa to have him do what Mukuro wanted, this small exercise wasn't about that.
Sometimes, the illusion of choice was far more potent than actual freedom itself, and ( seemingly ) given the ability to make their own future, what would Ken and Chikusa choose? Because while Mukuro had long ago set himself on this path of bloody destruction and rebuilding, had Ken and Chikusa done the same? Or had they merely resigned themselves to it because Mukuro had been the first to show them kindness? Like with Chrome, he wasn't interested in half-hearted actions.
He merely chuckled, waving the question aside airily.]
This is about your wishes, Chikusa.
[He handed the half-full bag of chips to Chikusa, stretching languidly as he stood.]
I'm taking Fran to train for a few months. I'll be in touch.
[About his wishes. And, without much effort, he thinks of the Monkey's Paw tale. The people in that story had wishes as well, and see where those got them.]
[Chip bag held loosely in his hands, he stands up as well. A storm of questions and uncertainty is raging in his mind, and it's ferocious enough to actually show on his face. Slight, but there, his brows are furrowed together. As expected, none of it is given a chance to be put into words. There's merely an obedient nod.]
I'll let the others know, Mukuro-sama. Is there anything you want done while you're gone?
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[And then, hastily sent after a minute later-]
I don't want these feelings to get in the way of anything.
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I'm sure if you are as important to this person as they are to you, they will be understanding. Sometimes exploring other options will help you realize how good you have it or what you might need to change.
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I already know how good I have it. The things that could be changed are minor complaints.
Besides, I'm not sure how a relationship with someone would offer much insight into it. It's two different situations.
[...But that's because his complaints are more practical in nature than anything else.]
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As such, his response will be a bit delayed once he does realize he had a notification, frowning at the screen slightly in seeing Chikusa's response. Time to shake things up a bit then.]
My apologies, I misunderstood. I thought they were someone important, but not that you were in a relationship with them.
In any case, I would still suggest talking to the clerk. Repeated face-to-face interactions might help lesson those feelings as your impressions would become more grounded in reality.
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[...And, he decides, there's no reason for a complete stranger on the internet to know anything about it besides the basics he's already told.]
[Congrats, "Maru", that first part is getting completely ignored.]
That advice still seems sound. I think I'm more prepared for conversations so thank you for that help.
[Probably more prepared, anyway. At least he can bullshit appropriately. New life skill acquired.]
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You're more than welcome. I hope it goes well.
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[That's because Chikusa has decided that the conversation is officially Done and has thus left. He's spent enough time from their dilapidated home, after all, at least on his own. At least on the way there, he bought a small box of gum- on sale, cheap- just so it would shut Ken up for a while.]
[It's with that tucked under his arm that he finally arrives back, leaving the box for Ken on a still standing table as he looks around the center.]
Mukuro-sama?
[It always pays to look around and make sure that their leader is around instead of having decided to take off for whatever reason.]
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As usual, his timing was impeccable since he heard Chikusa's voice calling out for him, and pocketing his phone, he left the room without sparing a glance behind him.]
Welcome back.
[His voice was heard before he was seen, Mukuro taking the steps down leisurely.]
Anything for me?
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[His dark eyes land on the other boy when he shows himself, as quiet and unreadable as usual.]
No, Mukuro-sama. [Then, because he'd make the same offer regardless, it just happens to work to his advantage this time-] If you want something, I can retrieve it now. Or tomorrow.
[It doesn't really matter which. It's a bit of a trek regardless, which means plenty of time to think before getting into town proper... and the small store with the clerk.]
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He moved forward, pressing a stack of yen notes into Chikusa's hand.]
Some snacks, if you please.
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[When you got down to it, after all, he was straightforward. It was practically guaranteed that he'd go right to the store, no dawdling or diversions.]
[That meant, for, say, skilled illusionists, it would be easy to follow after him with little trouble.]
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Inhabiting the body of an unassuming and bland business man was simple enough, and Mukuro would be skimming through the headlines of a newspaper when Chikusa arrived at the store, back turned to him but ears and eyes open and ready.]
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[Needless to say, it's a time intensive process. Chikusa is nothing if not mindful of these things. Yet, for someone watching closely and familiar with him, something soon becomes apparent. Subtly, he's lingering near the end of one aisle, perfectly in view of a clear that's stocking up a self.]
[As Mukuro might guess, this is the object of Chikusa's attention.]
[Unlike most of those who flitter in and out of the ruins of Kokuyo Land, the boy Chikusa is quietly eyeing is... well, healthy, for one thing, which is perhaps why his height is so much more noticeable. No poor posture and broad shoulders make it so that he seems smaller than he really is. Despite this fact, he's not very intimidating at all. The most likely cause for this is his droopy but bright green eyes, a softness to his person that helps accentuate the careful way he goes about his job.]
[And, frankly, not too bad looking, either.]
[Despite having gotten everything he came for, Chikusa still seems to hesitate making an approach of any sort. As it turns out, a long walk isn't enough time now that he has to deal with staring the situation in the face. Fortunately, however, the clerk in question manages to spot him. Immediately, there's a friendly smile lighting up his face.]
"Ah, it's you!"
[One of Chikusa's fingers twitch against a box he's holding, but he stays in place as the clerk comes over to him.]
"It's... Kakimoto-san, right? I was really surprised when you introduced yourself last time but left so suddenly."
...Just 'Chikusa' is fine.
[If, from this bit of conversation, Mukuro is visualizing Chikusa abruptly giving out his name at the end of a transaction and booking it before the clerk can get over his bemusement... Yeah, that's exactly what happened. That's absolutely what drove him to consulting the internet for how to talk to people.]
['Clerk-san' doesn't see to mind, at least. In fact, he seems pleased to already be on first name basis now.]
"Well, I'm glad you came back... Are you having trouble with something?"
...No. I'm done.
[And with that, things seem like they'll go on as usual. Chikusa is fairly quiet as Clerk-san goes back to the register with him, still smiling and seeming content. It appears as though everything will go on as usual- silence and departure-]
How have you been?
[The words are so abrupt, not really in question, but in tone, as though something he accidentally dropped out of his hands. Clerk-san seems a bit surprised at them, but it's impossible to tell what Chikusa himself is feeling. The reliable stoic expression is firmly in place, even with all the mental groaning at himself. Yet, there it is again, that bright friendly smile.]
"I've been well! We just celebrated my little sister's birthday not too long ago. Ne, when is yours, Chikusa?"
October.
"Then it's a ways off... I'll remember for this year, then. Ah, here's your total."
[It's a mundane conversation by normal standards, but it's a lot of effort on someone like Chikusa's part. Not that it shows until after he's waved and left, shoulders slumping slightly as he adjusts his glasses.]
[It was maybe a couple minutes worth of conversation. Is it supposed to feel this exhausting? Then again, he did a lot of working it up in his own mind...]
[He can think about it on the way back. After all, (as far as he knows), Mukuro-sama is waiting for him.]
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He listened to their interaction hungrily, a touch prideful of how well Chikusa managed and a bit possessive as well. Chikusa was one of his after all, but while it was a normal interaction for the clerk he was sure it had much more impact on Chikusa.
As soon as Chikusa exited the store, he watched the clerk for a few extra minutes to see if anything was reciprocated before releasing his hold on the borrowed body. He was lounging comfortably on one of the decrepit couches when Chikusa returned, idly tapping at his phone.]
Welcome home. Anything eventful happen?
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[So he can't really explain what it is that lights up in his chest when he expects the bag on the way back only to find that a small pack of mint gum has been slipped inside free of charge.]
[...Who knows what this means. Let alone him.]
[It's tucked away discretely in his coat pocket when he returns, heading in a straight line right to the couch.]
No, Mukuro-sama.
[It's not a lie. Chikusa at least has enough presence of mind to recognize mundane conversations. Nothing of note, really happened. So he can give such an answer in his usual manner, holding out the bag to Mukuro.]
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He took a bag of chips out, opening it and starting to munch on them noisily, gaze sly.]
But you conversed so well with that clerk, Kurēn.
[Sorry Chikusa, sometimes Mukuro had no chill when it came to wanting to know something. In ten years he might have found a way to calm his tits but that would be a long time coming.]
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[And froze midstep at the use of the username, the stiffness in his body telling.]
[The answer was obvious, in hindsight. The name, the way he'd been approached so easily...]
[Muffling any frustration at being caught, as usual, the only glimpse of it was the way Chikusa reached up to adjust his glasses.]
Maru, then.
[No mention of the clerk.]
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Mukuro still moved over to let Chikusa sit if he chose, holding out the bag of chips to him.]
I'll up your allowance so you can see him more.
[Because it was an experiment, in a way. See how this relationship might progress, if it did at all. He canted his head to the side, watching Chikusa's face.]
You deserve it, after all.
[To be caught and mocked by Mukuro or to have a pay raise was anyone's guess.]
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[Even now, he found that he simply didn't have the inclination for it. Not right then, anyway.]
[Wordlessly, he accepted a chip from the bag and used it as an excuse to stay quiet while Mukuro spoke. It wouldn't work forever, of course, but for a few seconds, at least.]
...I wouldn't want it to interfere with your plans, Mukuro-sama.
[One of the "cons" he'd put on his little mental list, and also very practical with nothing to do with his emotions.]
[...There was no complaint towards an allowance raise, however. He could use that for other things besides visiting his awkward crush.]
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[Mukuro tipped the bag back towards himself, popping a few chips into his mouth as he crunched around them noisily, smirking. It would have been a lie to say he had no plans as of the moment, since even while he was sitting on the couch he was waiting from reports from his other agents, but there were none that were so delicate that a single store worker could upset them.]
You and Ken rarely get any time off.
[Namely because Mukuro was used to having them at his beck and call, but still. He wasn't so pathetic that he couldn't do without Chikusa for however long it took for him to come to terms with his crush.]
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[No to mention, well, Chikusa supposes neither of them can really think of much else for them to do. There are ways for them both to pass the time, obviously, but there was never a chance from the day they were born for them to be used to more normal "vacation time". Maybe they'd get too fidgety if they were shoved into such a life.]
[Ostracization. Experimentation. Freedom. And now, for some time, patiently working at murdering those in power who were too arrogant to see the noose around their throats.]
[...So, yes, having 'time off' is a strange sort of concept, and Chikusa doesn't seem to know what to do with it despite the clear message he's been given.]
And Ken?
[Aka, does this time off and allowance only apply to him? Chikusa definitely isn't sure how he feels about that.]
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[Because while Mukuro might like to pretend in this instance he was generous, what was his was his. He had fought too hard to keep what was his untouched and untainted, had never let go of anything that hadn't been ripped from his bloody hands, but being so at this point might have an opposite effect. Still, his voice was sharp, steel underneath his light airy tone.
He shrugged as he munched on his chips, offering more to Chikusa.]
Of course.
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Whenever you have use of us next, Mukuro-sama.
[They'd drop everything and go to him, without question. They're his, after all. They have been for many years. Nothing could change that. All that, within one simple sentence, before he reached over to accept another chip.]
I'll let him know. [A pause, but not because he's eating. He twisted the chip in his hand, gathering his thoughts.] ...What do you wish from this, Mukuro-sama?
[As if this isn't about his own feelings.]
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Sometimes, the illusion of choice was far more potent than actual freedom itself, and ( seemingly ) given the ability to make their own future, what would Ken and Chikusa choose? Because while Mukuro had long ago set himself on this path of bloody destruction and rebuilding, had Ken and Chikusa done the same? Or had they merely resigned themselves to it because Mukuro had been the first to show them kindness? Like with Chrome, he wasn't interested in half-hearted actions.
He merely chuckled, waving the question aside airily.]
This is about your wishes, Chikusa.
[He handed the half-full bag of chips to Chikusa, stretching languidly as he stood.]
I'm taking Fran to train for a few months. I'll be in touch.
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[Chip bag held loosely in his hands, he stands up as well. A storm of questions and uncertainty is raging in his mind, and it's ferocious enough to actually show on his face. Slight, but there, his brows are furrowed together. As expected, none of it is given a chance to be put into words. There's merely an obedient nod.]
I'll let the others know, Mukuro-sama. Is there anything you want done while you're gone?
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