There was a nagging doubt in the ends of Mukuro's fingers. The slow turning over of an idea, the culmination of a chance. He disliked the feeling of slow thinking, and shook it from his skin. He pulled the illusion of himself tightly over Chrome's skin, just as he pulled his steps close together as he approached Shirou Kamui.
Mukuro announced his presence by invading the other's personal space. He nudged Kamui's leg with his toe, gave a moderately friendly smile downward.
The touch was unexpected; the face that greeted his startled-wide eyes not entirely welcome. "Hello," he replied after a pause and he drew his leg closer to himself.
Something about the other boy never failed to unsettle Kamui: the quirk of his lips too knowing, the look in his eyes too old.
Mukuro didn't wait for an answer. He slowly sat down next to Kamui, looking up through the leaves at the sky. There was a thin smile on his face. "It's a nice day." He added, looking out of the corner of his blue eye at Kamui's face.
Kamui frowned. It wasn't as though he could now tell Rokudou 'Yes I do mind, please leave' now, even if he knew he wouldn't have in the first place, but…still. That was surprisingly forward; something like inviting himself to join Kamui was not something he expected from Rokudou Mukuro.
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Mukuro announced his presence by invading the other's personal space. He nudged Kamui's leg with his toe, gave a moderately friendly smile downward.
"Hello."
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Something about the other boy never failed to unsettle Kamui: the quirk of his lips too knowing, the look in his eyes too old.
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Mukuro didn't wait for an answer. He slowly sat down next to Kamui, looking up through the leaves at the sky. There was a thin smile on his face. "It's a nice day." He added, looking out of the corner of his blue eye at Kamui's face.
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"…Yes."
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