Byakuran just laughed lightly at the illusionist, rubbing his thumb on his cheek slowly. He smiled innocently at the other, shrugging and stuffing his hands in his pockets after a moment.
“I was just showing you have breaking personal space is~ Anything wrong with that, Mukuro-kun…?”
“Kufufu, I would have been fine with a verbal explanation, Byakuran.” Mukuro said, eyes glaring dagger at the other. Why was he here with this man when he could’ve just left.
“Oya, oya, there’s many things wrong with that.”
“Well, sometimes words don’t speak as well as actions~” Byakuran wasn’t at all fazed by the illusionist’s piercing glare, giggling lightly. He moved closer again his arms resting on the other’s shoulder as he pouted.
“You’re acting awfully cold, Mukuro-kun.”
Mukuro smirked at the man, his mind telling him to push the man’s arm off but something in his body warned him that if he does that, something might happen.
“Kufufu, Byakuran, as I would loved to act kindly to you, I’m afraid that is out of my league.” The illusionist turned to face the man, his eyes lingering on the arm on his shoulder.
“And your action is giving me reasons to object you.” …For certain reasons.
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Byakuran just laughed lightly at the illusionist, rubbing his thumb on his cheek slowly. He smiled innocently at the other, shrugging and stuffing his hands in his pockets after a moment.
“I was just showing you have breaking personal space is~ Anything wrong with that, Mukuro-kun…?”
“Kufufu, I would have been fine with a verbal explanation, Byakuran.” Mukuro said, eyes glaring dagger at the other. Why was he here with this man when he could’ve just left.
“Oya, oya, there’s many things wrong with that.”
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Kufufu, what is this?
what is this? Who’s this imposter I see, fufufu…
Kufufu, imposter?
I was born before you, fake.
