[A gasp and a glare at the resetting of his nose bounces right off the Cloud Guardian. By the time Hibari is done with his nursing, Mukuro resembles a robe-clad, stick-thin walrus with cotton bud tusks. As they stare at each other in complete silence, it seems that the illusionist is debating the merits of insulting the skylark or keeping his mouth firmly shut. Deciding that it won't matter if his roiling stomach empties itself again on Hibari's clothes, he speaks for the first time since being brought to the new house.]
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Now that we're alone... [he smirks]