because he's just that good.
Mukuro/Lancia. So this crow walks into a bar...
Washing down the tequila shots with single malts hadn't seemed a good idea even halfway through the first double scotch, but he'd gone and done it anyway and now all the women who walked by seemed gorgeously nubile - in point of fact, forget the women, even the men seemed to be trying for subtly erotic, fingers carding through ink-like hair, collars popped and gaping obscenely.
Or maybe it was just... that particular man.
God help them all, he thought, awareness slamming into him as the alcohol came up. Rokudo Mukuro. On a barstool.
For the second time in his life, Lancia decided there was no such thing as a higher deity, not while Mukuro was out there, blatantly disregarding all the rules of irony and karma. Looking deliciously - that is, disgustingly - cool in that slicked up suit, while Lancia was drunk on his arse and miserable.
Oh yes, life was bleak, he thought, fumbling with the pint and nearly knocking out a tooth.
In the morning, splayed out like some virgin sacrifice and naked as the day he was born, he looked over Mukuro's head and changed his mind about the God thing.
Washing down the tequila shots with single malts hadn't seemed a good idea even halfway through the first double scotch, but he'd gone and done it anyway and now all the women who walked by seemed gorgeously nubile - in point of fact, forget the women, even the men seemed to be trying for subtly erotic, fingers carding through ink-like hair, collars popped and gaping obscenely.
Or maybe it was just... that particular man.
God help them all, he thought, awareness slamming into him as the alcohol came up. Rokudo Mukuro. On a barstool.
For the second time in his life, Lancia decided there was no such thing as a higher deity, not while Mukuro was out there, blatantly disregarding all the rules of irony and karma. Looking deliciously - that is, disgustingly - cool in that slicked up suit, while Lancia was drunk on his arse and miserable.
Oh yes, life was bleak, he thought, fumbling with the pint and nearly knocking out a tooth.
In the morning, splayed out like some virgin sacrifice and naked as the day he was born, he looked over Mukuro's head and changed his mind about the God thing.