comment log; 03
[Patience is the key, and it pays off today. Mukuro has always known that they would come to him in this City, their loyalties ran too deep to be bound by a single dimension. The arrival of Chikusa, his third and final tool, means that he is as complete as the Millefiore's little surgery can leave him
Mukuro waits for his cute little Chrome to return, resting on a worn couch much like he did in those days where they first awaited the Vongola, half his face cast in shadow. Beneath that cover of darkness, an eye patch she left him conceals the damages done during his time here, but his tempered smile displays no inconvenience in it.]
Ken, they approach.
[Three simple words reflect what he knows rather than senses, spoke to alert Ken, though he is already on that edge in his anticipation for a childhood companion's return. Chrome is not one to delay, nor is Chikusa, and so Mukuro knows when to hear that squeak of a step, that slight creak of a door. And, in greeting, he offers that faint laughter that marks him so well.]
Welcome home, Chikusa~ An appropriate greeting, as promised, kufufu~
Mukuro waits for his cute little Chrome to return, resting on a worn couch much like he did in those days where they first awaited the Vongola, half his face cast in shadow. Beneath that cover of darkness, an eye patch she left him conceals the damages done during his time here, but his tempered smile displays no inconvenience in it.]
Ken, they approach.
[Three simple words reflect what he knows rather than senses, spoke to alert Ken, though he is already on that edge in his anticipation for a childhood companion's return. Chrome is not one to delay, nor is Chikusa, and so Mukuro knows when to hear that squeak of a step, that slight creak of a door. And, in greeting, he offers that faint laughter that marks him so well.]
Welcome home, Chikusa~ An appropriate greeting, as promised, kufufu~