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Who: Byakuran [evilwhitesmiles] and Gokudera [hurricanebomber]
Where: The kitchen
When: 6/22, evening/night-ish
Rating: PG-13(+) for the possibility of violence and Gokudera's mouth
Summary: Byakuran decides to take advantage of a chance meeting.
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[evilwhitesmiles]

Unfortunately, a certain Millefiore boss happened to find himself more than a little bored and a bit restless. Not to mention a little annoyed, as he had all these little pawns and yet he'd been too caught up in things to make a move and the only one he'd had his fun with had been with the little sun guardian himself.

A sigh escaped his lips and he quietly stepped into the kitchen, in the mood for something particularly sweet. Maybe a cake, or more of that delicious ice cream would do for now. That was about when he noticed the pale-haired storm guardian sitting nearby at the table, reading some kind of book. Seeing that piqued his interest and his head shifted to the side a little as he felt a smirk curl his lips for just a second, allowing a amiable smile to replace it a second later.

"Ah? What's this? Shouldn't you be back in your room, Hayato-kun?"

[hurricanebomber]

Gokudera glanced up from his book, eyeing Byakuran for a moment before taking the cigarette out of his mouth. Despite the warnings he'd been given about Byakuran, Gokudera wasn't much more than generally wary of him--he'd been given little or no information to back up the warnings, and although he believed what his fellow guardians told him and had seen how badly Byakuran had injured Ryohei, he didn't feel that he had any particular reason to fear the Millefiore boss. At least, not in comparison to some of the other unsavory denizens of the mansion.

It didn't help that Byakuran's familiar behavior during the last event had probably lowered his guard toward the man anyway.

"I can go where I like."

[evilwhitesmiles]

"Fufufu~ I never said you weren't allowed, I merely asked a question~" Byakuran stated calmly, steps coming forwards to where Gokudera was sitting, A dark look flashed behind his pale purple eyes before he crossed his arms over his chest. This could very well go in his favour if done just right.

A mere way to solve his boredom.

"Am I no longer able to ask such things?"

[hurricanebomber]

Gokudera put his cigarette back in his mouth and inhaled deeply, the picture of indifference toward Byakuran's presence.

Rather than answer the question, he addressed the original question instead. "There's no where I should be. I'm down here because it's quiet right now." He eyed Byakuran. "Or it was, anyway."