[Mukuro pulling away is enough to make Chikusa pause, gears hastily turning in his head. Had that been too much, too fast? Usually he’s aware of how much he can get away with Mukuro-sama, whether holding him back physically from committing murder or pushing when they’re in bed. Still, mist was fickle and slipped through your fingers…]
[That invitation is a relief in that regard, and Chikusa silently takes a seat. Eyes full of wanting focus on Mukuro, patient but only so much so waiting for a command or permission given.]
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[That invitation is a relief in that regard, and Chikusa silently takes a seat. Eyes full of wanting focus on Mukuro, patient but only so much so waiting for a command or permission given.]