[Miyabigaoka] Construction Zone

"Hmph," was the Tar King's initial reaction to the rather snarky words spoken to him. Being the type of individual that he was, though, he absolutely had to retort. "I'm quite sure Mikasa wishes you did look like her. If that were the case, then perhaps Jun'Ichi would have something to fall back on after you so brazenly obliterated his testicles." The young man had been leaning against the vendor stall since Chiyo's duel against the Thunder King, but he now chose to push away from it and roll toward Chiyo. "I do rather enjoy a bit of snow. You've come a long way to have created this so quickly. I thought I would have been here before it became a full-blown blizzard. And you? It seems you've been on a roll lately... and, by that, I mean I obviously ran into Shoichi already. That one was too obvious to figure out."

If there was one thing she could count on in the world, it was the Tar King's ability to flawlessly analyze every situation in the most snarky way possible. It must be nice, being so smart that one isn't at all attached to these situations that they might see it more clearly. "Fuck! I didn't emasculate him, why do people say such things to me if they don't want me to be honest, this is way too much to have to interpret." she said pouting. It really couldn't be helped that she didn't have the same feelings for the Rumble King that he obviously had for her, besides that she figured it was kinder to be honest with him about it, ripping the band aid in one stroke to speak. Beyond this it seemed that the Tar King enjoyed the snow but still felt the need to comment further upon the personal life of the Storm Queen by mentioning that he'd run into Shoichi and obviously Chiyo had been on a roll today. "The snow is fucking awesome, probably one of my favorite things... as for this roll you speak of, I got no idea. I swear I didn't do anything to him." she said rubbing a point in the middle of her forehead. "Fuck! I swear I'm being punished and I don't even know why." she said as she tried to relax and rotated her shoulders. Still when she opened her eyes she had a smile on her face fully appreciating this blizzard she'd created today with the help of the Thunder King. "I take it you were watching for a while then, were you bored?" she asked which wasn't really as much of a question as it appeared to be. She also rolled towards the always flawlessly dressed Tar King and once she was in range she began circling him as per her usual way of conversing with her friends.

"Mendokusai yo," Mukuro said with the fore and middle fingers of his left hand pressed against his temple, and his eyes closed. It took him a matter of microseconds to figure out what had occurred between the Sky and Storm of the second generation, but Chiyo didn't seem to understand the situation at all. "You're both really that stupid, aren't you? You two have been so obvious for so long, but both of you keep mucking it up at every possible turn. At the very least, I hope your pleasure-seeking was worth it in this instance." While Chiyo circled him, Mukuro stood virtually motionless with crossed arms and a gaze which shifted based on Chiyo's relative location. "I was in the area when the snow started, so I figured I'd find out where you were. I'd have been here much sooner than I actually was, but... snow is so difficult to maneuver."

The reaction of the Tar King to her statements was about what Chiyo expected. Given his own ability to see and understand everyone and everything she figured he had a more than reasonable understanding of whatever it was she was missing. Beyond this his words gave her a bit of clarity that she didn't understand before and she had a moment to be stunned that he knew so much then chalk it up to him being him. "I'm not stupid, I just don't get it... I can't do or know everything. Fuck! I know, I try all the time and then I snap." she mentioned absently giving away the thing that had led to her interaction with the Flame King and in general the thing that always led to such situations. "Fuck! Do I have a sign painted on my forehead that says that shit or something?" she said though she wasn't actually looking for an answer, her hand simply ran over her face, she obviously had no problem with what she'd done, but she still didn't really see what the problem was, such a thing seemed so normal in her head for anyone to be upset with her over it made absolutely no sense. She also wasn't sure what anyone was getting at when it was stated that she and the Sky King were obvious there was nothing going on between them aside from the normal so what was everyone else seeing that she wasn't.

Beyond this the Tar King mentioned he'd simply been in the area and come to find her, so she shrugged and looked him over when he said he had a problem maneuvering the snow. A chuckle ensued which led to full blown laughter from the small fanged girl. "Is it really hard to maneuver in, doesn't feel like it." she said having a mental image of the Tar King falling in the snow which made this moment even funnier to her as he stood still following her with his eyes.

"Obviously no person can know everything. However, you could put the effort toward finding out. If everyone else can see something, and you can't, then I'm beginning to rethink your observational skills. It's no wonder Kanda was a better Shogi player than you," he said. In spite of Chiyo being one of the more intelligent people in Mukuro's book, he felt she was either a bit too simple, or perhaps a bit too complicated, for her own good. But, that was of little importance. Now, he was simply using this as a bit of small talk. "As a matter of fact, it is painted on your forehead; or, more accurately, growing out of it. Your eyebrows make it so much more obvious that you've had yourself a very long session in the past... week? Maybe less; it was too vigorous for me to pinpoint the exact time... even with your legs giving me more to work with."

Chiyo was still circling the Tar King when he remarked about her not finding out the information which was apparently so clear to everyone else, but that she'd been missing. The thing was she always felt strange around Shoichi and she had no real way of quantifying it. The time she had spent alone with the Flame King had allowed her to understand lust... but the rest still felt too different. And the fanged girl really didn't like explaining such things because it made her feel soft and weird inside. She was processing these things in her head and she couldn't help the conclusion which came to her mind and was thus completely visible in her face. She felt the immediate need to supress it, or even replace it with something that didn't trigger her anxiety. "There is nothing wrong with my observational skills. I just don't use them on myself. Fuck! This shit is annoying me." she mentioned her apparent understanding with no details. But always one to deflect the words given by Mukuro about her phyiscal state including her eyebrows and legs and what they apparently gave away about her recent activities had her curious for a most devious reason. "Say, Muu-nii~ how's Aki-nee?"

"And that is precisely why you get yourself into these predicaments." Since Chiyo continued to fuel him with her retorts, Mukuro became more relaxed over the course of the conversation. Eventually, he stood with arms akimbo, and his back ever so slightly arched. A sly grin passed his face when the Storm Queen questioned one Izayoi Akiza's well-being, and his eyes closed in a very presumptuous manner when he replied. "Well, as always. Since you've asked, how is the first generation's Pledge Queen?"

"Fuck all of this, I'm going back to being a hermit. My life was like ninety three percent less complicated when I was sure everyone hated me or was afraid of me." she said. This was mostly a joke, but she seriously considered choosing her room and not emerging for a couple of days, perhaps she could pick up some food and simply camp out while all of this stuff kind of blew over. That seemed like a plan enough. Still she egged on the Tar King whose ability to come back even cockier than he had before seemed to shine brightly. She stopped before him this time when he spoke because she'd been utterly shocked by his retort though she'd expected one. Before she addressed what he'd actually said she grinned up at the taller man, a giggle escaping her. "Pause. This shit right here, is why you don't have normal friends Muu-nii. That level of smug is flammable." she said gesturing to the arrogance he had going on in his countenance presently. "Though it's also why we're friends, though I'd appreciate occasionally being able to divert conversations with you, I swear you're almost belligerent and that is a lot coming from me." she said rolling her eyes. "The Angels are magical beings, but why ask me that? What do you think I've been doing?" she said in mock disbelief. Though she was mostly curious as to how he'd come to the conclusion that anything had happened between herself and the first generation's Pledge Queen.

Little did Chiyo know, her appreciation of the ability to divert a conversation, was exactly why Mukuro refused to allow such a thing. "You're not the type that needs to be given the freedom of running away from things," he said, making and leaving his point there. As for the matter of the Angel(s), he rolled a few paces closer to Chiyo, stopping just within striking distance. From there, he reached out to swipe his right thumb across her bottom lip, after which he inspected the lip balm taken from it. "Well, I don't think you've been doing much of anything... but I didn't see you being the type to layer gloss over twilight purple balm. For future reference, though, it does make a bigger and better statement."

She wanted to pout and argue that occasionally even she needed to escape situations which she found taxing for her mentally. But she was a strong individual so she could accept that sometimes she needed to buck up and be the bigger person. Even if that wasn't physically possible. When he moved on to rolling closer and eventually reaching out to swipe her bottom lip she looked a bit confused. As he went on to explain that she had gloss layered over her normal lip balm and spoke on the kind of statements such a thing made there was a voice which was loud in her head about the ramifications of saying such a thing. It took the girl a second to close her eyes and exhale ever so slowly as she tried to suppress the desire to mention the thing that had crossed her mind which was obviously a thought connected to a different situation not the one she was presently in. "If I ever change my mind about make up and clothes you'll be at the top of the consulting list. Well not really 'cause you are way too into uncomfortable complicated things like buttons and layers... but fuck, you get what I mean." she said of her choice in lip gloss. In truth the twilight purple was her third favorite color and since she couldn't decide between her favorites she had settled on her third choice. "Also you see way too much, your head is probably a fucking minefield and I want no part of it."