[For all Mukuro knew how to manipulate his subordinates, he had to admit they mostly knew how to quell or ride out his moods just as easily, seasoned sailors used to navigating water that could be calm one minute and treacherous the next.
Pleased at that honest response, Mukuro's lips curved upwards, and he leaned back in closer so their lips could brush again, looking up at Chikusa from underneath his lashes.]
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Pleased at that honest response, Mukuro's lips curved upwards, and he leaned back in closer so their lips could brush again, looking up at Chikusa from underneath his lashes.]
Should I give you another taste?
[Rokudo Mukuro a tease? Never.]