[In Person] *~Thank you my treacherous friends~*

[im_in_ur_exit]

[Saguru had a new mantra.]

[NEVER AGREE TO ANYTHING WHILE NURSING THE EQUIVALENT OF THE GOD OF ALL HANGOVERS. Also never speak to Mukuro when not entirely in his full best faculties.]

[Oh, Saguru was out prowling. Unfortunately it wasn't as "Saguru"; no, thanks to a scheme of Mukuro's, he was scouring the castle for a specific person while

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ONE FRIEND HERE FOR THE TROLLING.

[weatherbraids]

[Sorry, Saguru. Your luck's run out a bit, though at least Tris seems genuinely happy. It dims a little with concern over the tiny female thing who looks very timid, but that's... about it.] I haven't seen you around here before. Are you new? [Chime is hissing a little, earning the glass dragon a hand on her muzzle.] Just because her hair looks similar doesn't mean she's the same person, for goodness sake, Chime.

[im_in_ur_exit]

[Oh. Oh CRAP. At least it was someone that knew HIM normally, and not someone that knew HER.]

[And apparently Tris'd had a run-in with Mukuro that'd gotten Chime to dislike him - he was going to have to ask about it when he was back to his usual self.]

I-...I.....[WELL IT WASN'T LIKE CHROME WAS EVEN ACTUALLY HERE NOW WAS IT?] Y-yes? I d-don't know where I am...[He's pretty sure this is the sound of what's left of his dignity dying.]

[weatherbraids]

[AT LEAST THERE'S THAT, Saguru.] Normally this place is a large manor. ...Say, do you know a man with a similar hairstyle as yours? [She's just fluffing like hell. SAGURU YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN HER THIS PLEASED WITH THE WORLD JUST FOR EXISTING.] We're here at the behest of an incredibly powerful young lady simply called the Author. ...And this week she has given us wonderful food. You look like you could use a good meal or two.

[im_in_ur_exit]

[Oh he knows, and it's kind of creepy.] M-mukuro? [At least he knows ONE PERSON Chrome would know.]

I - ah - [He's not sure he wants to eat whatever you've eaten, I mean, it's good to see you happy but there's something seriously off about this.] I'm alright, really...

[killer_melon]

[And guess who is JUST around that corner.

C-CHROME!? cock-sucking sonsofbitches

[and he looks up towards the ceiling, as though that will make the Author hear him better]

YOU JUST HAD TO GRAB EVERY GOD DAMN ILLUSIONIST YOU COULD FRIGGIN' FIND, DIDN'T YOU?! YOU BITCH!

[im_in_ur_exit]

[OH GOD THE LAST THING HE WANTED TO RUN INTO - SOMEONE WHO KNEW HER - AND OF COURSE IT'D BE GOKUDERA WHO HATED HIM ANYWAY AND-]

[The visible part of that reaction? Is an entirely too high-pitched squeak/squawk, and frantically backing up towards the entirely too far away other-end-of-the-hallway.]

[GDIT MUKURO KNOWING BASIC INFO LIKE "SHE'S AN ILLUSIONIST" AND "OH, GOKUDERA WOULD KNOW HER" WOULD'VE BEEN NICE!]

[killer_melon]

[Hayato rolls his eyes at "Chrome's" movements. Damn her for being so damn skiddish.]

Tch! Oi! I'm not goin' to friggin' bite your damn head off.

[The teen runs his hand through his hair in exasperation]

Take it you haven't found the pineapple bastard yet?

[im_in_ur_exit]

[At least panic-flail was in character. And the last thing he wanted to do now was break character. He's pretty sure Dera could, and would, kick his ass.]

I - I - ah - ...n-no? [LET'S GO WITH THAT. It should be easier that way, then he doesn't have to deal with assumed ulterior motives on Mukuro's part. Because Mukuro exists to have ulterior motives.]