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[ Another writer appears! This script is a neater form of chickenscratch, written slowly as if being etched into the page. ]

H E L P

M E

[ Someone, somewhere, is going to make a joke about 'ghost writing' soon. ]

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[ Mukuro narrowed his eyes. Then with a quiet sound of derision he seemed to shift instantly from the doorway to beside Hibari's bed. The illusionist dropped on to the mattress without further ado, leaning back on his hands. ]

You aren't funny in the slightest.

[ Hibari let out a soft huff of amusement when Mukuro decided to come closer. Surprisingly, he didn't shove the illusionist off his bed, instead shifting slightly to make more room for Mukuro. ]

You weren't expecting it, were you. [ Can you just feel the smugness radiating from him? He's a horrible person, isn't he. Speaking of things radiating from him, there was a slight but noticeable increase in the temperature around him, bringing the cool temperature up to a more comfortable warmth. ]

[ Mukuro doesn't dignify that non-question with an answer. Instead he takes the liberty of bringing his knees up beside him and leans on Hibari. It's easier to soak up the warmth that way. Hibari now has one (1) illusionist draped over him.

He's going to remain like that until he's shoved off. Sorry. :') ]

[ He has acquired one Mukuro blanket. Given how the illusionist didn't seem like he'd be moving any time soon, Hibari blinked down at him, considered something for a second, before sighing and making himself comfortable. Of course, that meant shoving Mukuro around until he was less lying across Hibari and more nestled against his side while the Cloud flicked through the notebook, a green-tinged hand idly combing through Mukuro's silky hair.

And don't go complaining about how his hands are dirty. He washed them before he went to bed - the stains were a little persistent, that was all. ]

Which room are you in? [ he'd just realised that the notebook conversation was the first contact he'd had with Mukuro since... well. The last cycle. He hadn't gone seeking the illusionist once they'd been returned to their world; he did have a Mukuro-hating reputation to maintain, after all. ]

[ 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.

[ Well. It's nice to know that Mukuro actually enjoys having his hair played with. Hibari seems content to stay as he is, though he does make a face at Mukuro when the illusionist mentions sneaking into his bed. Lucky him indeed. ]

If you do that I'm going to kick you out. [ Even when he's asleep he'll instinctively protect his space. ] You just want to be warm, don't you. [ If he sounds slightly accusatory, then Mukuro knows why. Also, they are not going to get up to any funny business in his room. He actually has a dormmate he'd like to remain on cordial terms with. ]

Mm, so what if I do?

[ Yes, he just wants to leech warmth. If they get up to funny business then that's a nice bonus. It's too bad there aren't any nice bedrooms around they can shut themselves in but ah well. ]

I don't appreciate this physical restriction, [ he sighs. And he didn't even to make that sound like innuendo for once. ] Even if it's less binding than the chains of Vindice.

Even if you don't appreciate it, you're still taking full advantage of it when you can. [ By going to him for cuddles, of course. And he did notice quite a few fireplaces around the place, so it's not as if Mukuro will have to rely solely on him for a source of warmth. Though he wouldn't be opposed to it (not that he'd ever admit it).

The notebook is set to one side after he finishes flicking through the pages and he closes his eyes with a sigh - may as well take the opportunity to nap while he can before he gets back to work in the garden. ] If you wake me up, I'll bite you.

[ What, no customary 'bite to death'? He must be off his game somehow. ]

[ The obvious answer to why he's not making use of the fireplaces is that he doesn't want to find himself falling into the fires. It's a flimsy excuse. Truth be told, Mukuro enjoys any opportunity he gets to solicit uncharacteristic intimacy from Hibari. ]

I might anyway, [ he murmurs with a chuckle. As if biting had ever been a deterrent. ]

[ His eyes turn to the Cloud's pale neck. He's close enough that he could try... But no, Hibari would sense the movement right away. Mukuro sighs. ]

[ He's obviously only doing this to secure exclusive cuddling rights with Mukuro. Err, rather, cuddling and fighting rights. Yes.

The faint sigh does cause him to open his eyes in slits, though he doesn't move to do as he had threatened to. There's no change in his posture or the rhythm of his breathing as he stares at Mukuro, but he slowly closes his eyes again, and, for all intents and purposes, goes right back to sleep.

And if Mukuro is surprised when he rolls on to his side and slings an arm over the illusionist's waist? Well, that was hardly his problem now, was it. He's asleep. This is not a conscious decision. It's not as if he wants to keep Mukuro there. ]

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