[A muffled sort of sound that's suspiciously like gagging.]
....What--?
[A woosh of air, as though he has suddenly whirled around. The sound comes again before, angrily, his voice comes:]
....Rokudou-san.
Explain yourself. Immediately.
[ooc; ...And cue Chikusa finding the
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The sharp click of boot heels against the tile of the kitchen play herald to his arrival and Mukuro stops just within, an enigmatic smile playing upon his lips.]
Trouble, Chikusa~? Has Ken eaten all of dinner too early again, I wonder.
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[He's angry, disgusted. How has he come to be a part of this household? But his disgust is fading, and he's just ... lost. Confused.
Everyone speaks to him as though he's a shoddy, cheap replacement of someone they've lost. People he's never met dislike him, act as though he's wronged them.
He is so, so very alone.]
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[Mukuro walks to where Chikusa is and looks past him, into the fridge where the jar rests, the red iris lifeless and in suspension.]
'How did that come to pass?' would be cruel, perhaps. Too cruel for today~
[That even the absence of memories can create the same personality, so that Mukuro can see some slight hints of that conflict in Chikusa, is of interest, amusement.]
Do you find it truly that disturbing~
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[He doesn't. Not at all. He's so confused, his mind is in perpetual turmoil.] ...She told me. What happened.
[Nothing too in depth, of course. But Chrome did make it at least understandable, and that was all he wanted to know. Anything more in depth was ... too much.]
...Why do you keep it?
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