[Unseen by the camera Mikami has been flailing (metaphorically, of course) in a serious way about suddenly having to take care of a child. Thankfully his kid wasn't one of the active kind.
Being a father was nothing Mikami knew about. He didn't even remember his own father and his mothers was a faraway memory that he's locked somewhere deep down in
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The gesture was sweet enough, but the fact that the child has a stitched in eye and his little scrubs are covered in dried blood probably lessens that to a degree.]
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Out of the corner of his eyes, Mikami sees the odd details of Mukuro's appearance though and they worry him. What was wrong with this person?
Mikami had stopped to expect natural explanations. It was useless. In the end everything would be twice as messed up as he'd thought it was possible anyway.]
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He hung on every word of the story, and had a big smile by the end of the story.]
I want to be like Momotaro! I'm going to beat all the bad men and ogres too!
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The man was sure he'd have to be careful with this conversation]
That's a high goal.
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[He leans back on his hands and swishes his feet back and forth happily. He likes this man. He was stuffy and in a suit like the bad men, but the bad men never told stories before... or talked to him]
I'm going to start the world over and make all the bad men go away!
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But the way it was said made him feel unwell. It was a good thing that none of his emotions could ever really be seen. He just looked seriously at Mukuro]
A world without evil would be most desirable, that's true.
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I like you. When I fix the world I'll let you stay! Will you tell more stories?
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I'm usually not a storyteller.
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[He tilts his head curiously]
What do you usually do signor?
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[And that clearly answers what he's doing. Because it's all he's ever doing]
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Prosecutor is a profession you have to learn. But it's also not the only way to fight evil.
[He's talking about police here. Not about... whatever your brain thinks of.]
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[The child gets up and walks over to the man, looking up at him with a big mildly psychotic smile]
Teach me to be a posekyooter!
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It's nothing I'm qualified to teach. It takes years of studying at a university.
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What's a university?
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[... Abridged version, because this child didn't seem to have much of common knowledge]
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