end of day/start of night

[serpente]

I suppose when a man gives you a ring and a precious stone, one can consider themselves 'engaged'. That IS how it works, isn't it?

[ After the ring of teeth marks left by Hibari, he's just received a mini-sun stone that used to be a jewel off Rei's hair. It's very warm and, as someone with cold-blooded physiology, he appreciates it very much. ]

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rude man

[serpente]

[ It felt like he was being served a child support notice. Not that he would know how that actually happened, but he imagined it would go something like this.

Mukuro read over the costs and found nothing contradictory to what he already knew. Sighing, he folded the sheet up and put it aside. ]

Fine.

[ Did he sound annoyed? He was annoyed. He liked sitting on a mound of coins. ]

he doesn't pretend to be nice

[solitarynuvola]

[ A soft noise of satisfaction made itself known as Mukuro grumpily agreed to it, but he slid out from under the bed, devoid of injuries, and got to his feet, brushing all the dust off of himself. ]

I'm going back to the market. Watch them while I'm gone. [ And without waiting for Mukuro's agreement, he took off, striding purposefully out of the dorm room. It would be maybe an hour, maybe two, before he came back, shoulders carefully balancing several sacks of rice. His hands were holding something else, something delicate and distinctly egg-shaped, and he gave it straight to Mukuro before beginning to unload his purchases. ]

That's for you, [ he said, not looking at the illusionist as he arranged the sacks of rice on top of his trunk. ] The trader seemed to think it was a snake egg of some kind. [ Was he alluding to Mukuro's previously snakey state on Arcanarum? Who knew. ]

mukuro does =n=

[serpente]

[ Hibari's sudden departure merits only a slow blink. It's nothing the man hasn't pulled before, so Mukuro turns his attention to the animals. White Fang and Verglas are tolerating the new pups well enough, which bodes well. He's never personally kept a bird before (the Mukurowl doesn't count) but how hard can it be? Hibari will spot anything amiss anyway.

When the other Guardian finally returns, Mukuro lifts both eyebrows in mild surprise. That's an awful lot of rice. And an egg. What--?

It's passed to him before he can utter a word. He stares at it in confusion. ]

...And you bought it because...?

and that's why hibari is the one with the bitchfaces

[solitarynuvola]

[ There is a small sigh, and he turns to give the egg a pointed look, before looking at Mukuro proper. ]

You like snakes. [ Completely deadpan. He goes back to tidying the sacks though, resolutely not looking at the illusionist. ] If you don't want it, I'll take care of it. [ Is he regretting the purchase? No. But he is annoyed at himself for not being able to explain any better. ]

[serpente]

[ That has Mukuro frowning and curling protectively over the egg. ]

No, I can care for it. I'll use the stone you gave me.

[ Although this is...yes, this could be called a present, couldn't it? How thoughtful.

He's running a hand over the egg's surface now, apparently fascinated with the texture. ]

[solitarynuvola]

[ He huffs but doesn't push the issue. The bags of rice get one last pat before he climbs back on to the bed, gently pushing animals out of the way, and curls up beside Mukuro, pulling out a book from his bag and settling in to read it with a gentle rustle of paper. It looks to be a book on military hand signals, and he'll be engrossed before long, one hand busy with the book, the other absently patting whichever small animal has crawled into his lap. ]