[ His fingers still in their soothing motion against the dove's feathers the moment he hears the quiet words and the faintest impression of a kiss against his hair. There is startled confusion, then faint wariness at Mukuro's actions. Surely the illusionist had an ulterior motive? He never did anything without carefully planning it out, after all. Schemes on schemes, that was how Mukuro's mind worked. He knew that.
And yet that had felt... spontaneous. How strange. To cover his reaction, he huffs softly and reaches out to scoop the pups off of Mukuro's legs, settling them down carefully around himself before attempting to shove Mukuro off the bed. When all else failed, falling back on what he knew best - violence - was the best choice. ]
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And yet that had felt... spontaneous. How strange. To cover his reaction, he huffs softly and reaches out to scoop the pups off of Mukuro's legs, settling them down carefully around himself before attempting to shove Mukuro off the bed. When all else failed, falling back on what he knew best - violence - was the best choice. ]
Don't call me that.