☰ Something Impressive ☰ aka Jae and AJ are whores ☰

[adharma]

[ Terreille, Ebon Askavi.

She resisted the urge to sneer, oh as it was habit. The current Queen of Ebon Askavi was one of those people it wouldn't do to be terribly rude to. White King Byakuran, who no more wore the White that he waved around than Mukuro wore the Purple Dusk hanging around his neck, but they were all liars here. ]

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[byakuran]

Liars they were, but even more so tall tales that listened through the ears of elegance. Dressed in white truths and simple shapes, Byakuran nudges a sweet into his mouth. It melts into a courteous lump of sugar and spice, while he makes a gesture, quite innocent of course, towards Mukuro.

"Ah, if it isn't your grace."

His teeth gleam, razor white and sharp.

[adharma]

Mukuro sweeps an elegant bow, one that could promptly be swapped with a curtsy if he was feeling so inclined. It was, perhaps, an oddity among those at court but no certain tragedy. He was rarer than a male Black Widow even, but that was neither here nor there on a day like today.

"I'm honored that you chose to recognize me, your Dark and Shadowy Excellence of Nobility."

And he even managed to sound sincere.

[byakuran]

A brow lifts, "Oh? Are we being formal today?"

Without waiting for a reply, Byakuran mimics the motions of Mukuro's bow, white jewel glittering like a wolf's tooth pressed against the hollow of his throat.

"I, too, am honored to be in the presence of such . . . charm."

[adharma]

"I try to always be formal in your presence," Mukuro replied cheerfully, pulling into another bow as he spoke, and when he lifted his face it was a careful girl's smile.