[He pauses in mid-step, head beginning to turn as if to glance back. He forces himself to face the front again and continue towards the door. On the knob his hand rests briefly, as if expecting something (or someone) to stop him.]
[He chooses that opportunity to move from the bed. Reaching out for Mukuro, he sweeps the smaller man back into his arm before burying his lips in the crook of the illusionist's neck.]
But think again, I really don't want you to leave, my love.
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[His eyes open to gaze questioningly at Byakuran. To most, it would appear nothing is wrong.]
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A feeling, is it...
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I will still be here when you're back.
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But think again, I really don't want you to leave, my love.
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As long as you keep chasing me, I'll continue to run away...
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[Wriggling out of the don's grasp, voice bitter, he places a hand on the door knob again.]
When you can learn to let go, perhaps I will come back.
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