Loreto is sitting on what appears to be a giant mushroom. Really.

"I've grown tired of balls. Haven't you?" He asks of no one in particular. Dimly, the Italian-German remembers Vongola Crown and the people he's met in that estranged world, and he recalls their names with each tap of fingers on fungi cap. "...Children," he considers, and thus makes ( Read more... )

On the large oak desk, Spade sits with her legs crossed and dangling over the edge. In her hands are various files, and she shifts through them meticulously -- but swiftly and carelessly. Her usual coat is hanging from the armrest of the Boss' chair, and the sole of her boot makes this clicking sound whenever it thumps against the desk ( Read more... )

[He hears the little mewls, the soft cries, and it's unmistakable. Reborn almost concedes to the unnatural desire to hide his head under the pillow. But he doesn't do that, and he does unfurl his body from the lounge he has on the bed. Running a hand through his hair, he follows the distressed sounds of his kitten, ....and the sight makes him want ( Read more... )

[...This is certainly unexpected. He stands, frozen -- for a mere nanosecond, at the doorway before he steps inside and shuts the door tight. Choked laughter escapes him because truly --- you leave yourself so utterly defenseless, he doesn't know whether to look after you or to kill you right there and now and blame it on circumstance ( Read more... )

His eyes were curious, despite their sinister glint, and while there was no smile to accompany his speech, Giotto's tone was remarkably cheerful. "Are you awake?" he asked, almost laughed. "Or should I say dormant?" The golden-haired don didn't pull away. Rather, he leaned ever closer, his fingertips dancing over the fallen body. It was difficult, ( Read more... )

He has never given personal relationships much thought, in fact, Dino Cavallone has never once given it a moments pause. He worked for others, helped various families stay afloat, protected those in need of a savior, and made sure to be the leader his Famiglia needed. So where could a relationship of his own fit into this dangerous and dark ( Read more... )

[The walls are covered with dusty old bookshelves, carrying dusty old books only a person with time on their hands would actually look through. In the huge two story space, rows and rows of bookshelves stand mighty. Useless stuff, but necessary for times - all that's in here are records. Records and records. They should burn them, but Giotto ( Read more... )

[He looks one way, then another, and takes a few steps before repeating the right to left look. Ears up and alert to any and all sounds, his tail moving idly and again the soft pads of his feet move quickly in the direction of his bedroom.]

Meeoow...

[The little bundle beneath his clothes wriggles and the kitten giggles slightly as he pets his ( Read more... )

[It is carried by the wind -- the scent of gunpowder and ash and blood. Smoke and ruined debris, shouts and screams and yells. The sounds of panic and fear and hate. Even despair. Sunlight creeps upon the dirtied floors, a mockery of shine that lights up devastation ( Read more... )

[The meeting had been short, a few words exchanged along with a manila folder containing the information he would need, and then was escorted out of the building by some flimsy little blond that swished her hips far too much. Honestly, the more that was done the more most men turned away, he thought idly. Still, she smiled, (lipstick smeared ( Read more... )