Hands thread into dark tresses from behind, working nimble fingers to the vampire's temples where they work in slow, massaging circles. "You don't seem well," Mukuro murmurs.
{✞}— His eyes remain close as his beloved king begins to massage his temples. A gesture of kindness like this was wasted on the monster, but he appreciated all the same and even indulged in it.
“Am I okay how I am, Mukuro? Do you like me like this…?”





