Not-so-desperate times, and all. [semi-open!]

[karmafree]

Characters: Mukuro, a passed out Rhode and any of Rhode or Mukuro's CR - drop by, please! :3
Location: Casa Mukulot Mukuro and Rhode's apartment!
Rating: G... I think?
Time: February 9, mid-morning until whenever!
Description: The apartment had to be cleaned. The girl had to go.



Let it be known that he had formulated the plan on the very eve of his return to Death City. It was clear that Rhode was going to be stubborn, and the apartment was an absolute mess. As such, that morning, he got up earlier than usual and slipped a little something into the food he cooked for her, and a bit more into the smoothie he made, just for good measure. Lovely thing was out like a light soon after finishing, as planned.

Yes, Rhode, you were incredibly tired and did not realize it at all.

After changing her into proper bed clothes, Mukuro effortlessly lifted his partner up and plopped her on the bed. Then he was changing into something a bit homier than his usual outfit, rolling up his sleeves, and bringing out the cleaning materials. He took one moment out to send two general calls out on the network (one for his friends, saying how very boring it was and how lovely it'd be if they were to drop by and one for her friends, saying how very bored Rhode was and how lovely it'd be if they were to come and keep her company) before rolling up his sleeves.

Time to get to work.



[ooc: If you've got close CR with Mukuro or Rhode, assume you got the respective message on the network. Prose or action, s'all good!]

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[clowned]

[ Allen had actually received one of these messages, although at the time he had disregarded it completely. He had not spoken with Rhode since their last conversation over the network, and he was perfectly content to keep it that way. He wasn't going to argue with her anymore, and it being antagonized for not wanting to eat souls was really the last thing he needed right now.

So how he ended up at their apartment anyway was beyond him. The exorcist wasn't known for being good with directions (he was terrible with them, actually), but had he been paying attention he would realize he didn't even live on the fourth floor. By the time he realized his key wasn't working, though, it was probably too late to back out. He had clearly made enough noise trying to open the door to be ignored by whoever lived there. ]

[karmafree]

[Oho, what was that? Of course Mukuro was stopping his violent mopping of the floor to swing the door wide open.

Oh my.]

Well, hello there~

[clowned]

[ he instinctively takes a step backward. as far as he was concerned, he had never seen Mukuro in his life. ]

Sorry, wrong door.

[karmafree]

Come in, come in!

[Ignoring what you just said there, yep, and taking your arm to reel you riiiight in.]

Rhode's asleep right now, but perhaps you can see her anyway.

[clowned]

-- Rhode?

[ whoa, wait, what? not only was it the wrong door, it was the last door he would ever want to mistake for his own. the stranger pulling him through the door seemed to recognize him, though. it wasn't the first time this had happened to him since arriving here. ]

If she's sleeping I better leave.

[karmafree]

Nonsense.

[And closing the door. Beaming.]

Mukuro Rokudo. We've met before. You don't remember. It's fine.

[clowned]

You don't seem very phased by this.

[ he gives up on trying to leave, instead standing helplessly in the entrance way. something about Mukuro makes him uncomfortable, but he can't help thinking that may just be his association with Rhode. ]

Should I not introduce myself then? [ although it feels rude not to. ]

[karmafree]

If you like. This is technically our first meeting, for you.

[clowned]

But if you already know my name I'm not sure what the point is.

[karmafree]

Then that answers your own question, doesn't it, Allen?

[Hee.]

Would you like some tea?

[clowned]

[ it startles him to hear his name so suddenly, but he otherwise gives no reaction. he should be used to this, after all. ]

I don't think I'll stay too long.

[karmafree]

Why ever not?

[8<]

[clowned]

I didn't mean to interrupt.

[ and you said Rhode. ]

[karmafree]

But it'd be rude of me not to give you something for turning up, wouldn't it?

[clowned]

[ he's not sure if he wants to accept anything from this guy, but as usual Allen is too polite to outright refuse. ]

What kind of tea?

[karmafree]

Hmm, let me see...

[Off to the kitchen and rummaging~ still a bit of a mess in here, sigh.]

We have Earl Grey, chamomile, mint and peaches and cream right now.

can I assume that the door is open and Mukuro's beating a mat outside or something...

[ih8spiders]

Mukuro being bored was normally something he wouldn't care about, but Mukuro being bored enough to contact him to ask him to drop by was odd enough to make him consider that maybe he should stop acting like the man was a plague-carrier and try to be... friendlier. He certainly did feel like he'd been owing the older man a lot lately, and he didn't like that feeling. So maybe it wouldn't hurt him to drop by and just see what Mukuro wanted?

People saying that they were bored was reminding him too much of Kuroro's lethargic episodes. If Kurapika had to be honest, he didn't want Mukuro to disappear, too. How awkward would talking to Rhode be in that case?

sure. XD

[karmafree]

Mukuro, in the meantime, was willfully oblivious to Kurapika's thought process, much less the boy's imminent arrival. After Allen had left, the Meister had decided to get started on airing out the apartment and getting the dust off some of the peskier things they owned.

One such thing happened to be a rug that he was carrying out the door at that moment, on the pretense of beating it out. He blinked, though, when he saw who was coming, and smiled.

"Hello, Kurapika."

Given how Mukuro usually dressed himself and appeared in public, it was probably strange to see him looking so... domestic.

[ih8spiders]

How fortuitous that he didn't have to grapple with whether or not to knock on the door and go through with the house call. But it still took him a moment to figure out that Mukuro wasn't taking that rug out to kill someone with. Somehow "domestic chores" and Rokudo Mukuro just never reconciled themselves in his mind before now.

"... What are you doing?" It still needed to be asked, though.

[karmafree]

"Cleaning my apartment. What does it look like? Rug abuse?"

Mukuro chuckled at his own joke, because it was totally funny.

[ih8spiders]

Kurapika frowned. No, he didn't get what's funny. And he still didn't know what he was doing here. The blond stopped a few feet from the door, out of range of the dust cloud that any act of rug-beating will inevitably raise.

"You don't look like you're bored. Why did you call me?"

[karmafree]

"Because I AM bored. Would you like to help me clean?"

Mukuro was pretty sure that Kurapika was excellent at it...

[ih8spiders]

"You can't be bored if you have chores to do."

Nope, not biting just yet.

[karmafree]

"Yes, you can be. But I suppose you would have some difficulty grasping that concept."

Mukuro only chuckled, as if he had not just possibly backhandedly insulted Kurapika. Such banter was what their relationship was built upon, in his opinion.

"If you won't help, then I'll just have to get you some tea and let you be a proper guest."

[ih8spiders]

It wasn't much of an insult if Kurapika didn't feel insulted by it. People like Mukuro or Kuroro who had the gall to complain about chores being boring--they were the ones who were in the wrong, in his opinion, and as far as he was concerned, Mukuro had just insulted himself.

"I'm only passing by to check that nothing's wrong."