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.