RP: Giotto - Gino for Tarot~ Happy Holidays~ Z(o^v^)o
He gathers his mantle to him, adjusting the clasps as he tucks away a few letters in his pocket. Almost perfectly silent, Don Giotto de Vongola exits his study in a swish of black cloth and the clang of chains. He had left a note for his little Mist, telling him not to worry and that the young boy should stay with Tuvi until his return.
It had been his decision to do these walks every other week after all. His Guardians, as it is, has too much work in their hands already, and he didn't want to increase the amount of paperwork and errands they had to do.
Valente is often working from one place to another, settling things he deemed unimportant for his boss to personally handle. With a small smile, the Vongola Don has always chosen not to question his cloud as Zilong usually just walks his own path, Ryu always by his side or watching over the storm to keep him from collapsing.
Now, Gino.... speaking of the man, he was to arrive home earlier today after a bit of a struggle. A slight frown curves the young man's lips as he walks the other way. Checking up on his sun would not take that much time, after all, correct?
Entering the parlor, he looks around.
"Gino? Gino, are you here?"
He stills. Something is approaching-------and he cries out, but a chuckle soon escapes him as he's pinned to the ground by that small pup who has now grown into a huge dog.
"..mm, Draco, get off.."
Pushing the half-Dobberman, half-Rottweiler unto his lap instead, he sits upright, petting the boy gently.
"Where's your master?"
It had been his decision to do these walks every other week after all. His Guardians, as it is, has too much work in their hands already, and he didn't want to increase the amount of paperwork and errands they had to do.
Valente is often working from one place to another, settling things he deemed unimportant for his boss to personally handle. With a small smile, the Vongola Don has always chosen not to question his cloud as Zilong usually just walks his own path, Ryu always by his side or watching over the storm to keep him from collapsing.
Now, Gino.... speaking of the man, he was to arrive home earlier today after a bit of a struggle. A slight frown curves the young man's lips as he walks the other way. Checking up on his sun would not take that much time, after all, correct?
Entering the parlor, he looks around.
"Gino? Gino, are you here?"
He stills. Something is approaching-------and he cries out, but a chuckle soon escapes him as he's pinned to the ground by that small pup who has now grown into a huge dog.
"..mm, Draco, get off.."
Pushing the half-Dobberman, half-Rottweiler unto his lap instead, he sits upright, petting the boy gently.
"Where's your master?"