That's enough. And as long as that's enough.... Making sure the tide doesn't force the more venomous parts of him towards his own family, Chikusa slowly unwinds his arms from around himself. A part of him is actually nervous- more than that. Scared.

He's seen how they treat mer, listened to Mukuro on his venomous tirades on how other species are treated. And they both know, from the split now going through his bell, how easy it is for people to harm things that aren't like what they know. And... he's not like how his brother knew him once, not right now. The hand which extends itself out past the safety of his bell shimmers slick and strange in the moonlight, delicate with how thin he's always been. Too smooth, too cool, as if it could fold underneath a tight enough grip....

Is this still alright? He doesn't know.