[Not that it's particularly hard, with Ken's blatant challenge combined alongside Mukuro-sama's much more subtle smirk. While some social intricacies escape him, there's no missing this. For a moment, Chikusa simply stares with the usual impassive wall of an expression in place.]
[After a moment, however, he shifts and starts to shuffle not back into the staff area but towards the table they've apparently claimed in this now messy little cafe. Instead of sitting near Ken, however, he makes a point to sit on the other side of Mukuro. There's no use on wasting his breath on words when there's better things to do.]
[For example: scratching his nails lightly up along the nape of Mukuro's neck and brushing through the hair there before he stretches his fingers deep through the dark strands. An attention demanding kiss is sucked into the side of his neck while his fingers are busy.]
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[Not that it's particularly hard, with Ken's blatant challenge combined alongside Mukuro-sama's much more subtle smirk. While some social intricacies escape him, there's no missing this. For a moment, Chikusa simply stares with the usual impassive wall of an expression in place.]
[After a moment, however, he shifts and starts to shuffle not back into the staff area but towards the table they've apparently claimed in this now messy little cafe. Instead of sitting near Ken, however, he makes a point to sit on the other side of Mukuro. There's no use on wasting his breath on words when there's better things to do.]
[For example: scratching his nails lightly up along the nape of Mukuro's neck and brushing through the hair there before he stretches his fingers deep through the dark strands. An attention demanding kiss is sucked into the side of his neck while his fingers are busy.]