[He doesn't get a chance to say hi back. In fact, hi didn't even cross his mind when he first laid eyes on her. Seeing her in person feels different than who he just spoke with over a private chat. It's disconnected, like this isn't the person he just bore a piece of his soul to, and how he was able to see a piece of hers, too.
Instead his thoughts are thoroughly halted as Lila grabs his wrist and pulls him down the hall. Even if she heard, Mukuro isn't the type to pry. Just keep tabs. But maybe this is good, too, because he doesn't need her threatening Lila if they become enemies.
What he expects is to be shoved against the wall himself, like she's ready to corner him and demand his lunch money like some schoolyard bully. What she does instead completely surprises him, as she's prone to doing. Beneath the cool pads of his fingers, he feels that familiar solid nothingness. As if Lila is someone who exists between realms.
His hand is on her, and not just anywhere but her throat. Again, he's reminded of Junko, as if he could blink a few times and her sharp grin would appear in front of him. It flinches him, pulls his hand from her neck and pools color to his cheeks. Komaeda's gaze averts, suddenly sheepish at how... fast, and intimate, and unfamiliar yet familiar this all is.]
Yes- no— I, I don't know...
[He mumbles unsure, his fingers still hovering close enough to her throat that he can feel ethereality lick away from whatever could constitute as skin.]
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Instead his thoughts are thoroughly halted as Lila grabs his wrist and pulls him down the hall. Even if she heard, Mukuro isn't the type to pry. Just keep tabs. But maybe this is good, too, because he doesn't need her threatening Lila if they become enemies.
What he expects is to be shoved against the wall himself, like she's ready to corner him and demand his lunch money like some schoolyard bully. What she does instead completely surprises him, as she's prone to doing. Beneath the cool pads of his fingers, he feels that familiar solid nothingness. As if Lila is someone who exists between realms.
His hand is on her, and not just anywhere but her throat. Again, he's reminded of Junko, as if he could blink a few times and her sharp grin would appear in front of him. It flinches him, pulls his hand from her neck and pools color to his cheeks. Komaeda's gaze averts, suddenly sheepish at how... fast, and intimate, and unfamiliar yet familiar this all is.]
Yes- no— I, I don't know...
[He mumbles unsure, his fingers still hovering close enough to her throat that he can feel ethereality lick away from whatever could constitute as skin.]