[Muku and Hiba are now in a relationship.]

[mukuro69]

[Though of course, Hibari denies it. I think.]


Kufufufu... It was a surprise for myself as well.

[Hibari can be heard in the background, snorting disbelievingly.]

It is true, Kyoya!

Hibari: "Liar."

How cruel you are. Kufu~


[There is a muffled protest, a laugh, then the sound of breaking china as a tonfa narrowly misses a human head and impacts on an expensive vase instead.]

Kuhahaha~

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You are a complete idiot.
*huffs, and retrieves his tonfa*

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

Isn't that a part of my charm, Kyoya? Kufufufufu~

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What charm?
*not amused.*
Stop saying that we are in a relationship. We are not.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

Ah, you cut me with your words. *placing a hand over his heart as if wounded and affecting a grievous expression*

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*scoffs*

As if you would be affected by that. You've had worse.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

Words can cut more deeply than any weapon, my dear Kyoya. Kufu~

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You would know.
*ignoring Mukuro for now, cleaning up the broken china.*

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

Indeed, what with all the insults heaped upon me.

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I would have imagined you'd have developed a resistance to them.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

Indeed, having lived six lives I have heard numerous insults... kufufufufu... *smirking as he remembers a few*

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And yet you act like you have not been insulted even once.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

I never said any of those insults had ever been directed towards myself. Kufuhaha~

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*snorts in disbelief*

I don't believe it.

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

I was considered quite a gentlemen in the Victorian era. Kufufufufu~

*bows and offers his hand to the other, saying in an appropriately pomp voice:* May I have your arm, good lady, ah, sir? Kufu...

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... In the Victorian era? *interested despite himself*
Does that mean you have met that demon butler before?

*ignores the hand, instead standing up by himself, knocking it away in the process.*

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

*he straightens, smiling enigmatically* Perhaps.

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Tch.
*he doesn't have time to deal with Mukuro right now - he's got a mission to complete, and he's wasting his time on pleasantries here. Starting to leave now.*

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

Ciao. Kufu~ Beware of bullets. Kufufufufu~

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*snorts, but takes the warning to heart, before leaving.*