pineapples, pineapples, everywhere
WHO: Chrome, Hibari, and Mukuro
WHAT: I DON'T EVEN...
WHERE: Italy. SOMEWHERE FABULOUS.
[ There was no blood loss on their side this time.
She's neither stitched nor bandaged, no gunshot wounds or shattered bones or slings; Chrome sits in the back seat of the over-decorated (gaudily so, in her estimation) Escalade, phone in the palm of one hand (thumbing through text messages, the usual suspects accounted for), frappuccino (low carb, pale with milk) in the other, studiously ignoring the mini-bar at present, for she at least has decided that the hour is far too early for inebriation.
Outside, Italy passes in streets and vendors, cathedrals and cobblestone. ]
Hibari-san, I booked the room.
[ She does not lift her eye to make contact. Not yet. ]
We'll arrive momentarily.
WHAT: I DON'T EVEN...
WHERE: Italy. SOMEWHERE FABULOUS.
[ There was no blood loss on their side this time.
She's neither stitched nor bandaged, no gunshot wounds or shattered bones or slings; Chrome sits in the back seat of the over-decorated (gaudily so, in her estimation) Escalade, phone in the palm of one hand (thumbing through text messages, the usual suspects accounted for), frappuccino (low carb, pale with milk) in the other, studiously ignoring the mini-bar at present, for she at least has decided that the hour is far too early for inebriation.
Outside, Italy passes in streets and vendors, cathedrals and cobblestone. ]
Hibari-san, I booked the room.
[ She does not lift her eye to make contact. Not yet. ]
We'll arrive momentarily.