Call it a bonding experience. [CLOSED]

[karmafree]

Characters: Rokudo Mukuro and Kurapika
Location: First it's at Kuroro and Kurapika's apartment
Rating: PG, because anything with Mukuro in it automatically goes up a grade
Time: January 6, morning onwards!
Description: Mukuro takes care of his bro's hos partners, okay?

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[ih8spiders]

Only two evenings had gone by since he'd turned Kuroro over to the Watch, and yet those two restless evenings were already enough to convince him that having Kuroro around really did keep the worst of his nightmares away, as ridiculously contradictory the phenomenon was--or maybe the inner conflict he was now grappling with was the cause of the resurgence of his old night terrors? Either way, some part of him was already getting desperate enough to want to grab at it as his reason for wanting Kuroro back, primarily because the absence of his meister was enough to throw everything out of whack. Everything was Kuroro's fault. He wasn't even going to training today. But having a lie-in was good once in a while, or so Kurapika grumpily thought to himself as he lay in bed, consciousness stubbornly clinging to that state between half-asleep and awake.

Stupid Kuroro. His back felt exposed, the bed and the room felt too big, too empty. He rolled to his side to heave himself to the middle of the bed. And then rolled again so that he was lying

[karmafree]

Well, what's this? One Kurapika, flopping about in a bed meant for two. Mukuro lingered in the doorway for a bit, drinking in the sight of his good friend's partner. This was the one time he had ever since the other look so... normal? Was that the right way of putting it? Or more like, looking his age.

The Meister finally stepped forward and oh-so-casually flopped on the space Kurapika had left wide open.

"Good morning, sleepyhead~"

[ih8spiders]

He was supposed to be alone in his flat, because otherwise he wouldn't be grappling with his stupid feelings of being alone. Kuroro was still in jail, and the only other creeper around was Mukuro, who wouldn't dare do this, or so Kurapika figured, which was why, when he felt the bed bounce from someone sitting down on it and heard the greeting, Kurapika merely raised his head, blearily squinted at the meister, scowled and muttered, "... Still dreaming."

Awfully realistic dream, though. But considering his state of mind the past few days, he wouldn't be surprised if his subconscious had started to go haywire. What the heck. The blond raised an arm and pointed it accusingly at the specter. "You know, the dreamcatcher you gave me is crap. It's not working."

Said dream catcher was nailed on the bedpost on his side of the bed, right where Mukuro was seated, along with the other dreamcatcher he received from Neku.

[karmafree]

That made Mukuro laugh. It was no wonder Kuroro loved pestering this one... he was such an open target.

"Dreamcatchers are only good against nightmares, I'm afraid."