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Mukuro sighed... again. Her sister sent her off patrolling again, and Mukuro still wasn't really sure why. Her sister wanted to make sure she had a grip on "where the most despair is happening" or something. Whatever Junko had said, Mukuro missed it. And anyway, Mukuro never really patrolled to begin with. She just kind of walked around, thinking.
She had been distracted lately, and deep in the back of her mind, Mukuro knew why, but she just didn't want to admit it. But maybe by not admitting it, she was admitting it, at least to herself --
Ugh.
She was horribly confused. Another sigh, as depressing and ugly as the last.
"Rough night, huh?"
Huh. She's not particularly surprised to see the gang leader approach her, nor is she surprised when he plops right down next to her. Her chin is in her hands, and another sigh escapes her lips before she actually answers his question.
"Yeah."
Her simple, one syllable answer suffices, though, because he doesn't ask any more questions or try to pry the information out of her, which is appreciated. Instead, he just sort of... sits next to her. They may not be talking, but it's still... nice. He's smiling, and though Mukuro's frown is still there, she feels almost... content. His presence is calming, to say the least.
She's a little curious as to why he would want to sit in the total silence, let alone with her, but Mukuro can't find it in herself to break the air of serenity around them. The silence is too comforting, and she really, really doesn't want to screw something up. So instead, she turns her head towards him so that her hand is on her cheek. He imitates her movements... And then smiles at her.
While staring directly at her. And looking into her eyes. Mukuro's eyes widen in shock, a light pink color dusts her cheeks, and she turns away quickly. And then the atmosphere turns tense all of a sudden.
"What's wrong?" he asks, his smile fading and a look of concern falls over his face.
"It's just... there's only one other person who's done that..." she replies, quietly and meekly.
He tilts his head in confusion, or so Mukuro can see from the corner of her eye. "Done what?"
"Looked into my eyes... and smiled..."
Daiya smiles again, and pats her head. "It's common courtesy, kid."