[Mukuro doesn't acknowledge Saguru at first. Instead he clenches his fist, letting the eye pop in his hand. The liquid oozes through his fingers and drips off of his knuckles into the floor. Slowly, he turns his head to Saguru with a wide toothy grin on his face, not unlike how his younger self would smile when he spoke of 'the bad men'. He was still in his nightclothes though being seen as such didn't seem to bother him at all, all off this uncharacteristic from Mukuro's usual prim and proper and almost compulsive ways.]
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But of course Hakuba Saguru, why would I not be?