Hello, sweetness, it's good to see you. [CLOSED]
Characters: Rokudo Mukuro (karmafree) and Dokuro Chrome (dependaunt)
Location: Casualty Communal, Sixth Floor, Unit E - Mukuro's Place.
Rating: G-ish?
Time: July 3
Description: Reconnecting, taking things apart, putting them back together.
Notes: This one takes place the day after this conversation on the network!
Mukuro hummed an odd little tune as he puttered about in his apartment. He had spent most of his days in Death City much like this, sometimes with a book to read, mostly with little to entertain himself beyond sleeping or trolling the network.
His journey outside had been... informative, but ultimately boring. Whatever he had seen out there would remain his business alone, though, because he had no intentions of helping his strange hosts unless it benefited him. And it did not look like it would, for the moment.
In the meantime, though, he was waiting for Chrome, the girl who shared his essence, who was likely his Number One Fan, always and ever. Since their reunion, the two of them had made a habit out of seeing each other for a good part of the day. She came, he let her in, sometimes they talked, sometimes they lived separate in the same place.
At least, until it was evening, in which he made it a point to send her away, in his usual fashion. She was not his Chrome, after all...
...But she could be, perhaps. With the right push.
Location: Casualty Communal, Sixth Floor, Unit E - Mukuro's Place.
Rating: G-ish?
Time: July 3
Description: Reconnecting, taking things apart, putting them back together.
Notes: This one takes place the day after this conversation on the network!
Mukuro hummed an odd little tune as he puttered about in his apartment. He had spent most of his days in Death City much like this, sometimes with a book to read, mostly with little to entertain himself beyond sleeping or trolling the network.
His journey outside had been... informative, but ultimately boring. Whatever he had seen out there would remain his business alone, though, because he had no intentions of helping his strange hosts unless it benefited him. And it did not look like it would, for the moment.
In the meantime, though, he was waiting for Chrome, the girl who shared his essence, who was likely his Number One Fan, always and ever. Since their reunion, the two of them had made a habit out of seeing each other for a good part of the day. She came, he let her in, sometimes they talked, sometimes they lived separate in the same place.
At least, until it was evening, in which he made it a point to send her away, in his usual fashion. She was not his Chrome, after all...
...But she could be, perhaps. With the right push.