Might as well, he thought, rolling on to his side with a shudder of relief. He had to recover his strength, fling off his weakness of hypersensitive skin so that there was less to threaten him with. There were no shackles to hold him in this room. Mukuro would bide his time and do his best to conceal the extent of his returning strength. Then when he could, he would turn the tables on the Storm and escape.
The illusionist's eyes drifted shut as he mentally nodded to himself. It would work. It had before. After all, blurring the distinction between illusions and reality was his forte. He could be a very good actor.
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Date: 2012-10-05 11:06 am (UTC)The illusionist's eyes drifted shut as he mentally nodded to himself. It would work. It had before. After all, blurring the distinction between illusions and reality was his forte. He could be a very good actor.