Cloudy with a chance of... kittens?

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[It was a day with nothing to do, and Mukuro was spending it mingling with the crowd, taking amusement at the differences in tourists and natives in old Rome. It was more comfortable in Italy, really -- the words around him filtered through his mind much more easily than the still slightly awkward Japanese, and there was no pausing to second-guess the meanings of signs and directions. Really, it was such a pain to keep up a smooth appearance when one wasn't entirely sure whether the person giving you orders was telling you that they were happy or spicy.

On another note, the weather was so much milder, warm and balmy, and simply made walking around generally more pleasant. Of course, regardless of the weather, it was never any fun to trip over a box on the side of the street. Quick reflexes kept him from losing his balance, but he felt a spark of irritation as he looked down to kick the box out of the way. Only before he could, he noticed its contents -- five tiny, mewing, squirming kittens.

It was a whim, yes -- but he wondered, if Sawada Tsunayoshi was afraid of dogs, how did he feel about cats? Well, this would be a convenient way to find out. He stooped to close the box, then hefted it into his arms before turning on his heel and heading back in the direction of the base. It'd take awhile to get there, but he could stand the walk.]

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Mmm... What do you think?

[He'd like to think he isn't that pathetic, you know. He's stubborn, but there's no panic here. He's calm, and as far as he's concerned that means he's doing rather well.]

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I think- [ He draws closer yet, pressing a knee between Mukuro's thighs, and in this dark light, it's difficult to make out any features apart from the ghostly white glow of his uniform. ] -that it's too bad, isn't it?

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[There's only fabric between them, and Mukuro thinks that it isn't nearly enough distance. Still, there have been worse things in his life, and he decides to shrug it off as much as possible, and just give an exasperated and yet somewhat amused sigh.]

You're so pushy~

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[ Not for long! Because Byakuran's sliding a hand up beneath the flimsy shirt Mukuro's wearing, fingers ghosting along the plane of his stomach, almost curiously gentle. ]

Am I?

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[The rise and fall of his chest is the only visible sign that Mukuro's still breathing. He's holding perfectly still, but under Byakuran's fingers he may feel the twitching of his muscles, just slightly, from exhaustion, tension, and the effort not to move.]

You are.

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[ Byakuran smiles like a cat and pushes hard against one of the many, many bruises he knows will be there. He inflicted them, after all. But he has no interest in playing around for too long, anyway, and already his hand's drifting towards the numerous belts around Mukuro's hips. ]

Ah, my bad.

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[Even iron will can't prevent the slight squirm when Byakuran hits that bruise. That deliberate sort of movement hurts more than the initial lightning-fast blow, or so it seems. But he tries to focus on that, and not anywhere else Byakuran's hands may go.]

I told you, I won't break. Don't waste your efforts~