Wedding bells ain't going to chime, with both of us guilty of crime

[letsplaysurgeon]

Who: letsplaysurgeon and deathsdoctor 
What: Katas, cigarettes and copious amounts of banter. Muraki alone on a roof at daybreak with someone he's deeply smitten with.
When: The morning after this, so backdated to the fifteenth of February.
Where: On the roof of CH2.
Summary: A fortuitous meeting when Muraki has an early morning nic-fit and heads to the roof for some smoke

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[letsplaysurgeon]

[At the moment, he's not aware that he has company. He turns to the left in order to shut the door behind him, eyes trained lazily on his hand on the handle. Then he tunes into the faint traces of movement that should not be there; that didn't sound like any type of wildlife he could imagine being awake at this hour. And so close. What kind of animal hung out on rooftops?

His gaze flicks to the side, slamming into the sight of his own hair, and he curses it briefly. It was always getting in the way, but instead of pushing his bangs aside, Muraki turns his entire body to face the source.

First thought that crosses his mind was he wasn't alone--but that was interrupted by the observation that this person was moving some kind of electric blue light around. Likely the last thing he expected to see before breakfast. It's quite mesmerizing, but he still shifts his weight, calculating the threat level with a direct stare

[letsplaysurgeon]

[It takes him a second to respond, because that's how long he needs to gather himself. Perhaps the lack of sleep slowed his brain down to the same steady pace that you were still moving the lightning around. Perhaps it was the fact that he hadn't planned for this

The day of 15th after the roof to up to 17th 1/2

[letsplaysurgeon]

[Muraki the serial killer and puppet master does not brood or pine like an infatuated schoolgirl. He sits by the window and contemplates. He smokes two more cigarettes in an indistinct amount of time. That’s what this rat maze does: it makes time feel as remote as the presence of God, or Pluto. It could’ve been hours after his encounter with you-or it could’ve been eras. Or it doesn’t matter a damn-he still can’t kick what happened out of his head.

Before the stunt you pulled in the end, Muraki had no issue looking you in the eyes and thinking he was in love with you. It wasn’t even the flirtation as much as the fact that it caught him off-guard. He wants to detest the fact that you stole his thunder without his permission. And he does detest it-but there is heat. In this case, his desire is a bone splinter grating against the tendons of his more logical annoyance. He doesn’t reward those who try to dominate him. If that is indeed what you implied

The day of 15th after the roof to up to 17th

[letsplaysurgeon]

When he goes to bed and gets comfortable in the dark, he tries to imagine being in the position that he put so many others in, overcome and vulnerable. …But he grows tired of that and envisions you in the same scenario that he had anticipated for him and Tsuzuki after the poker game (in the few blissful seconds before the shining white knights of cock-block arrived). He’s certain that he can’t win you in a hand of cards, but unmitigated passion, in his opinion, looks better on you. He wants to see what those tattoos look like when they’re polished with afterglow. The thought makes his skin tingle, and needless to say he stays awake, building upon it with more images

Evening of the nineteenth - CH2

[letsplaysurgeon]

[Between leaving the grocery store and checking his watch at seven-twenty on Saturday, realizing that he had to be ready to meet Trafalgar Law in forty minutes, Muraki wonders if this was really a date or not.

Dates were something that he believed was exclusive to the world that he came from-they often involved candlelit restaurants, flowers, and sweet nothings. If there was courtship and dating in other worlds, that was not his concern, but it was difficult to incorporate something from home (even something as trivial as a casual date) into this new environment, and feel like they were the same thing. Not just a simulation of normality to appease him while he was stuck in Luceti

[letsplaysurgeon]

[It does. After rapping his knuckles on a few doors, he got the impression that most of the floor--like his own--was unoccupied. As he approaches the last residence in the otherwise silent hallway, he hears a muffled stream of white noise that he identifies quickly as running water. Followed by the sound of Law's voice after he knocks.

Muraki smiles at his minor success--though it's unconventional to let himself into someone else's home (especially a man he hasn't known for very long), he does as he is invited to do. He adjusts his jacket where it is folded in the crook of his arm and walks inside.

It was a very nice apartment. They were all uniform to a certain extent, but Law seems to keep a clean shop. No dirty plates or dead bodies in sight. He wanders for a moment looking for personal artifacts, some fascinating little window into his daily life. Then Muraki grows tired of snooping and stops in front of the window to inspect the view.]