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[fruity]

[ silence is his only greeting when mukuro enters the loft late wednesday evening, even though it's been some time since he's been back. but that's only to be expected when one never sends word of a return date. mukuro prefers it this way; the freedom to come and go as he pleased. though really, all those new locks-- well, that's just unwelcoming, isn't it?

absently tossing his jacket aside onto the couch, he heads towards his quarters, pausing only at the faint shaft of light emanating from underneath the study door. really, irie shouichi and his nocturnal tendencies.

still, when opportunity beckons, mukuro will take it by the hand.

the door opens softly, the opener creeping quieter still until he's directly behind irie shouichi, leaning down until he's level with his ear. ]

I'm back.