[What an ugly room.
What an ugly-looking room.
But, wait. Why the hell is he in a room? Eyes scanning the small expanse of the unfamiliar sleeping quarter, his brows furrows in confusion as he slowly sit up on the bed. He continues to inspect his surrounding while his mind works to organize his thoughts
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[This was proving to be a very irritating place. Hibari stares at the small communication device, obviously not very happy (though how much of that was due to his altered appearance, and how much of it was due to his general distaste of this world was unknown).]
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Hi-Hibari?! [bewilderment ensues]
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[Deadpanning so hard here. Yeah, ignore his clothes and his features. At least he's not wearing a robe.]
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[clears his throat, calming down slightly]
And what the hell are you wearing?
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[But wait, the bomber's surroundings look kinda familiar. Oh. No. NO. THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING.
The feed from his communication device cuts off abruptly, before the door to the room that Gokudera is in opens, and one unimpressed Hibari Kyouya is standing there.]
Gokudera Hayato. What are you doing in my house.
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Wait. Where was he going? Why did the screen go blank? Did he lose connection?! Goddamnit, Hibari, you get back h-
At the sound of the door behind him swinging open, he spins around on the heels of his feet instantaneously at the defensive. His look of surprise changes into one of pure bemusement when he sees who it is though, posture relaxing visibly.]
Your house? [looks around] Are you saying this is all a joke and you actually kidnapped me, Hibari Kyoya?
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I have no reason to do such an idiotic thing. This is another world, Gokudera Hayato.
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Another world? [arches a slender brow] Is that why you can't find yourself something better to wear? [can't help it]
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[His upper lip curls slightly, showing just a hint of teeth at the jibe; if Gokudera keeps needling him, he will lop your head off with this handy sword.]
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[Not that he'd give up his own clothes for the bomber. He's just simply too selfish for that.]
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[Snark snark snark. He turns to leave, but pauses and looks back over his shoulder; he forgot to ask a question.]
Who is your denizen?
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Clicks his tongue pointedly.] Lelantos, apparently. [Plans on following him. Yes, he is.]
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[Huh. Makes sense. Somehow. His question answered, he leaves the room to go to his own-- only to find Gokudera following him. His lips purse in the slightest hint of displeasure, and his hand settles on the hilt of his sword.]
Do not crowd me, Gokudera Hayato.
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[Do you see this? It is the most pleasant smile in the world.] I just want to borrow some of your clothes. Do a guy a favor, will you? [runs a hand through his hair] It's not like I'm going to keep them or anything. I'll return them to you once I purchase my own.
Promise.
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