(( It was nice to have someone still asking him questions, haha. I'll see you on the other side. /o/



GENERAL PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: This will be the last question I answer here, so if you want to continue stalking me and Mukuro, please head to http://ask.fm/tridented ))

Since Formspring is shutting down, I'll be packing this guy up and relocating him to this place: http://ask.fm/tridented

Be sure to visit him there! And keep asking all those lovely questions. ))


*Mukuro huffs a sigh and drags his mun off.*


(( GOODBYE EVERYONE, IT WAS A PLEASURE ROLEPLAYING WITH YOU. ))

That is a secret. Kufufu~

Fountain pen~

*That is the only kind of pen an elegant person uses.

I was thinking perhaps grilled fish, miso, and rice. Eel and tempura are out of the question with what I'm wearing, kufufu~

*Wouldn't want the sauce or oil from to get on to his beautiful kimono, would we? He adds, jokingly:*

If nothing else, we can always order some pizza.

I will not leave you, not as long as you keep me in your heart.


...Is that what you would like me to say?

*He smiles fondly, reaching back to stroke his spouse's cheek. What shall they do indeed... A stroll around the city is unlikely, Hibari being possessive as he is with this sight of Mukuro, with his hair down.*

Would you like to help me prepare dinner? Or shall we sit in the garden for a while?

[c]

Hmm, I haven't heard of many, but here is one that Choe tried to use on me:

"Though passion darkens Hue, it flickers bright,
With my love for you burning through the night,
Rage, rage and let it pale into pure white."

It was very unexpected, I must say. *Quiet laughter.*

*He smiles, looking at Hibari through the mirror. Reaching up, he tugs a few pins out of his hair and lets the long strands tumble down, then removes the tie holding his ponytail and cards fingers through the silky, indigo tresses to even them out.*

Anything for you.

Hmm~

*Well that's hard. Black or white?*

Black.

Books. Kyouya.

*Amongst other things.*

I am well aware of how much danger I pose. Even to myself.

*Really?

You're asking the King of Creepers how to stop someone from creeping?*

Threaten to cut their throat, perhaps? *Look at this pretty razor he is suddenly holding.*

The Bronze Age.

*Completely straight face here.*

*As Hibari shows him the proper way to wear the light shift and how to tie it, he commits it all to his rather excellent memory and his hands go through the motions once more afterwards. He does the same for the rest of the layers, noting the way they're folded, practising how to tie the knots at his back without looking, learning how to walk so that he doesn't fall over. There's a lot to memorise, but once Mukuro is told something it's very rarely he needs to be told it again.

In the end, the illusionist is fairly sure that he can duplicate everything Hibari has shown him on his own if there is a next time. And there may well be a next time, as he's taken quite a liking to wearing such beautiful clothing.*

What do you think, Kyouya? *he murmurs as he examines himself in a mirror*

...Fruits.

*If anyone dares say anything--*

*For some reason that irks him.*

No. No pineapples. A margherita pizza will do nicely.

*Slow blink. What is with all the tomatoes?*

Ah, thank you. They will do nicely for pizza.

*Now if only he had cheese...*

*He takes them and signs the book with a flourish, handing it back with a small smile.*

There you go.