#carnalsnake

Imnah noticed the brief stiffness in Mukuro’s posture, and wondered if maybe she shouldn’t have asked. But when Mukuro spoke, Imnah kept watching her, listening intently.

The sexual relationships did not surprise her in the slightest, having expected them. After all, Mukuro was gorgeous and sexy, like sweet sweet honey to a hungry bee.

What did surprise her, was that she had been engaged before. Not ‘just’ a relationship, but engaged. Imnah nuzzled against her, debating wether or not she should ask further. Part of her wanted to know, but she also knew that if she asked, she owed it to Mukuro to tell her story as well. And she wasn’t sure if she was ready to tell the full story, yet.

“I’d be happy to. Whatcha wanna know?” Despite the mafioso being a bit tipsy at this point, he still knew a cute lady when he saw one. He’d wave the bartender over, asking for something light he could offer her and sliding the drink towards her once it was brought over.

It felt like so long since she saw any of her students, that slumber for the mercenary felt like an eternity. But ever since re-awakening, far be it from her to neglect those and even miss those she recalled teaching. Even if her heart had softened from the lonesome time, she was no less steeled against any obstacle in her path.

It wasn't a feeling he'd had many times before, waking up like this. The comforting weight of a warm body next to him, the two of them wrapped in blankets together. Perhaps two, three times at best, all of them in between the start of his third year at Honnouji and returning home for the first time. Never again since - until now.

It felt nice.

"M' up," he mumbled softly, working through the haze of sleep still fogging his mind. He felt her nuzzle into his neck and the way she pressed against him, and smiled, pressing his lips momentarily to her forehead in a small kiss before he opened his eyes, wincing slightly at the bright light coming from the cracks from the curtained window.

                       T his courteous woman was not one 'neath his particular administration  --  a convenient  standing  she  occupied, in  truth, otherwise  she would have  been  reprimanded, coarsely,  stringently,  for mistreating her time in sauntering about in the stead of utilizing it on industrious  productivity.  -  A wonted impulse of completely  dismissing her descends ‘pon his clothed shoulders  the instant she  addresses his  ubiquity  but he installs  it tentatively  aside, selecting to acknowledge her innocuous notice with an impromptu response in lieu.

               “What the hell are you doing?”  His voice is harsh, jaw set in a subtle show of annoyance as he regards what he assumes to be a stranger : not a member of his staff, at least, if the lack of uniform goes to prove anything. Despite the calm, albeit arrogant, countenance he upholds, his eyes narrow.  “This place is supposed to be closed off to the public right now. You shouldn’t be in here.”  He’d have to have a talk with Luke when the reunited  —  this is ridiculous.  “Wait, you’re not some kind of paparazzi stalker, are you?”