Being called by his name, especially when he's been careful not to give his real name to anyone in this world, was a surprise.
Even more of a surprise when he was called by a familiar voice, the young lady finally speaking up and... Revealing herself to be someone he knew better than anyone else, and likewise. Though not quite, as when he finally looked down at her, she wasn't the Chrome he'd grown up with, sometimes as, but... Still, she was Chrome, and he felt something within him both ease and tense at the same time when he caught her gaze. And knelt down on one knee to better look at the small girl, hands on either side of her face.
At least she wasn't fainting in his arms this time.
"Hello, my dear little Chrome."
He would find the people responsible for this and send them to hell-- after forcing them to send her back. She wasn't suited for this place. Or rather, this place wasn't suited for her. It was filthy and disgusting, and Chrome deserved so much more than that, even if an apartment in Eos Tower and a life of being a spoiled child of the Golden City awaited her. But Mukuro knew better than to think she would adjust well to it.
Still...
First things first.
"Shall we find you new clothes until we can have these washed?" It was, after all, the Kokuyo uniform she had on-- and he would try to save it as much as possible. He wouldn't have cared to even attempt if she were wearing anything else, but he knew the attachment to the outfit, when he had the same himself.
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Date: 2015-12-09 02:27 am (UTC)Even more of a surprise when he was called by a familiar voice, the young lady finally speaking up and... Revealing herself to be someone he knew better than anyone else, and likewise. Though not quite, as when he finally looked down at her, she wasn't the Chrome he'd grown up with, sometimes as, but... Still, she was Chrome, and he felt something within him both ease and tense at the same time when he caught her gaze. And knelt down on one knee to better look at the small girl, hands on either side of her face.
At least she wasn't fainting in his arms this time.
"Hello, my dear little Chrome."
He would find the people responsible for this and send them to hell-- after forcing them to send her back. She wasn't suited for this place. Or rather, this place wasn't suited for her. It was filthy and disgusting, and Chrome deserved so much more than that, even if an apartment in Eos Tower and a life of being a spoiled child of the Golden City awaited her. But Mukuro knew better than to think she would adjust well to it.
Still...
First things first.
"Shall we find you new clothes until we can have these washed?" It was, after all, the Kokuyo uniform she had on-- and he would try to save it as much as possible. He wouldn't have cared to even attempt if she were wearing anything else, but he knew the attachment to the outfit, when he had the same himself.