[ Making a sound in his throat much like a cat would (except more human), Mukuro sighs. He'll never admit that the fingers carding through his hair is relaxing but he doesn't have to: his body language speaks volumes.
Knowing how clean Hibari likes to be, he doesn't comment on the state of the other man's hands. His own are rough and red from mopping. ]
Next door, separated by a corridor. Lucky me. [ He turns a sly smile up. ] Or lucky you. Now I need an excuse to share your bed.
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Knowing how clean Hibari likes to be, he doesn't comment on the state of the other man's hands. His own are rough and red from mopping. ]
Next door, separated by a corridor. Lucky me. [ He turns a sly smile up. ] Or lucky you. Now I need an excuse to share your bed.