Mukuro's throat closed up on instinct. He choked on the hot liquid, some of it dribbling past his lips and down his jaw before he managed to open up his throat again and start swallowing. Even then he nearly really did choke as it hit the back of his throat with unexpected suddenness, and his body thrashed beneath Gokudera's for a few seconds before settling. Small coughs continued to wrack him as he drank, but drink he did. Once he'd gotten the taste of proper, warm food on his tongue he found he didn't want to stop drinking until he'd consumed every last drop. There was a moment, when he realised that he was sucking from an empty cup, where a flicker of genuine disappointment that there hadn't been more showed upon his face.
"Enough." The illusionist pushed the cup back with a flimsy arm, voice rough. He winced at the twinge from his broken wrist as he did so, forced the near-sickening heaviness of his stomach back, and glared up at Gokudera. The half-healed burns scattered over his body still hurt like hell and his face still felt like it had been flattened. If the bones Gokudera had broken two days ago weren't set soon, they would heal crooked. "Why are you wearing such a ridiculous smile?" The Storm looked unusually pleased with himself, and not, Mukuro thought, because of this feeding.
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Date: 2013-02-12 11:34 am (UTC)"Enough." The illusionist pushed the cup back with a flimsy arm, voice rough. He winced at the twinge from his broken wrist as he did so, forced the near-sickening heaviness of his stomach back, and glared up at Gokudera. The half-healed burns scattered over his body still hurt like hell and his face still felt like it had been flattened. If the bones Gokudera had broken two days ago weren't set soon, they would heal crooked. "Why are you wearing such a ridiculous smile?" The Storm looked unusually pleased with himself, and not, Mukuro thought, because of this feeding.