While Mukuro had indeed been given an apartment from which he could operate with ease, from the moment he had stepped in it, he had felt nothing but a sense of restriction. It was certainly spacious and had all he would need to get by, but being a boy whose previous residence was quite literally an abandoned theme-park, the perfection that was his apartment bothered him. It was too clean, it was too faultless. He knew he wouldn’t spend much time there.
Instead, it seemed right to scope out the city, to see if there were any abandoned buildings or ruins he could make his own – and it appeared he was not alone in his decision.
❛ I seem to have come too late to claim this place. What a pity. ❜ An run-down bar hidden among the hustle of bustle of the Golden Ward had seemed a prime spot to establish himself, and it was even next to a pond that would offer water ( something even Kokuyo Land lacked ), but it seemed a stranger had beaten him to it. The man looked homeless, if he put it bluntly, like one of the poor wretches he would often see on the streets of Italy in between his moving from one mafia family to another. But really, it wasn’t surprising. The world was corrupt, and people would suffer no matter where they were. ❛ Are there even any fish in that pond? I wouldn’t be surprised if the water was polluted, given everything else around here. ❜
It’d been awhile since there’d been ample time for this particular indulgence. The depraved part of himself, the side of ruthless abandon and excessive violence, had been necessary for far longer than he’d originally anticipated when he’d heeded the call of the Earl. When a brief respite was possible, a chance for a break well deserved and long overdue just within reach, the good counterpart of his soul had been so grievously wounded that it couldn’t be accessed.
He’d been denied the joy of living the two-sided lifestyle that satisfied him so. But now, squirreled away in a dilapidated building with nothing but the ragged clothing on his back and accompanied by a wayward minor, he could finally breathe. He could finally enjoy. His human side was going to be nourished until it could thrive unimpeded just as before, until the boundaries began to blur and just who was the more dominant of the two was brought into question.
Oh, the pleasure to come.
With his head lolled to the side, a slow, unhurried drag of his cigarette was taken before there was a considering hum. “S’not like either of us can really claim it. Not unless you’re actually some hoity toity rich kid here to buy the place.” Given the careless remarks about the condition of the venue and the surroundings, the likelihood was surprisingly high. Then again, the teenager wouldn’t be mourning losing out on the squalor to some unwashed vagabond if that was the case. “I can’t even tell if you love or hate it. You keep spitting on it like it owes you money.”
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