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[shiftingtruths]

[ When everything falls apart around a person, a very interesting, reckless sort of desperation is born, and Mukuro's been privy to that particular sight for the past few months. Fear makes people stupid, they say, and Mukuro agrees. Fear makes people bold, too

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[disillude]

[ Kakashi starts, just a little, at the sound of Mukuro's voice. He's sitting at his desk, his head protector folded neatly on the middle of his bed, and he'd been dangling in a sort of half-sleep when Mukuro climbed up to his window. It takes him a second to realize what the hell it is that'd woken him up to begin with, and he stirs, glances over his shoulder in the direction of his open window.

It's been awhile since he's seen that face, with its sharp angles and those particularly unsettling eyes, and Kakashi's hand drops from his chin to the side of his neck, rubbing slowly at the stiff, sore muscles. ]

Didn't feel like using the door?

[Not that Kakashi really cares. This is probably for the best

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[ A soft chuckle is Mukuro's only response to that particular question, because they both know the answer to that. Why use a door when a window can be just as - if not more than - convenient? And speaking of convenience, Mukuro supposes that he had come at a time when it isn't, and it suits his nature just fine. The mist user, after all, is not all that used to checking people's schedules for the times that he can drop by.

Nonetheless, he watches Kakashi make his way over with a sort of amusement, before looking out at the window. After all, if the other man - dangerous and respected as he is amongst all the ninja - wanted to attack him, he would've already done so long, long before. He's just as he remembered, months again when they last met. Same eyes, same everything - but a little older, now.

And so, he waits for him to come nearer, gloved fingers lightly gripping the ledge so he doesn't fall off. He wouldn't die, but dammit - it's quite a way down. ]

Your door creaks.

[disillude]

[ Kakashi rubs his hands down over his legs, drawing in a breath as he averts his eyes, moves his focus away from Mukuro's face to a random spot on the floor. He doesn't remember when he saw him last. It's been awhile, at least, it feels like years but it's probably only been a few months.

That's maybe a good thing, considering -- Mukuro's been a great asset to him, in the past, but he's also not the most trustworthy of people, and Kakashi can respect that. Kind of. He has his own issues he needs to worry about, his own problems, but in general, he's just. Particularly unsettling, when he wants to be.

But he pushes himself away from the desk behind him to move forward anyway, because Mukuro's dangerous, but he's also dangerously intriguing, and he stops a mere few feet away from the window, leaning against the wall and meeting those eyes again.

Belatedly, ]

Hello, Mukuro.

[shiftingtruths]

[ Even after months and years of history between them, Kakashi's still so guarded, and with good reason - Mukuro is the sort who will so much as gut and kill a person as simply greet them with a beguiling smile and a pleasant word. The copy ninja is sharper than the others, more aware of him, and for that, Mukuro is suitably impressed