[Warm, yes. Fuzzy, maybe. Happy, not so much. Mukuro is all bristles and blushes right now, and he pulls away every time one of them touches him all the way to Tsuna's house, though he continues to look shaky and as if he's about to fall over. Once they're in, he'll make himself at home by stalking right to Tsuna's kitchen sink and running cold water to splash in his own face.
...Oh right, gloves. 8| Now they're wet. Fuck the world, he'll pull them off and fling them onto the counter so he can brace himself, because he feels weak in the knees.]
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...Oh right, gloves. 8| Now they're wet. Fuck the world, he'll pull them off and fling them onto the counter so he can brace himself, because he feels weak in the knees.]
...Isn't it usually busy here?