[Everything feels so sensitive, even the light touch of Mukuro's hand makes his muscles twitch and shiver. Taking a breath, he pushes himself up onto his elbows with glasses askew.]
Is that not your preference, Mukuro-sama?
[A desperate swallow to try and wet his rough throat.]
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Is that not your preference, Mukuro-sama?
[A desperate swallow to try and wet his rough throat.]