[ Mukuro was innocently snoozing in his room, soaking in the warmth, when the ball of fire comes zooming his way. With reflexes he didn't possess a couple of months ago, he twists out of the way and lands catlike on the floor beside his bed. A dramatic change to the boneless flop he made when flipped out of bed by Hibari during their first reunion. ]
Tsk, how rude. [ The illusionist takes his time picking himself up off the floor and dusting himself down while the headboard smoulders. ] That's no way to ask for a duel.
[ Ah, but even so, he's picking up his trident from where it's leaning against the wall, inspecting the points carefully. ] I'll give you a second chance to ask me again. Nicely.
DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING? SINGING THE SONG OF MAFIA MEN
Tsk, how rude. [ The illusionist takes his time picking himself up off the floor and dusting himself down while the headboard smoulders. ] That's no way to ask for a duel.
[ Ah, but even so, he's picking up his trident from where it's leaning against the wall, inspecting the points carefully. ] I'll give you a second chance to ask me again. Nicely.