[So cute, that Chikusa, when he wanted to be. Mukuro's smirk was entirely too smug and victorious. He canted his head to the side, one eyebrow raised facetiously.]
Then what are you saying, Chikusa?
[The fork was still slowing making its way back to Mukuro. Forgive him, he was clearly dense and Chikusa was going to have to spell it out.]
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Then what are you saying, Chikusa?
[The fork was still slowing making its way back to Mukuro. Forgive him, he was clearly dense and Chikusa was going to have to spell it out.]