[log]
Who: Rokudo Mukuro & Chrome Dokuro
Status: Closed | Incomplete.
Style: Action.
Where: Their house in Yomisato.
When: Week 13, day 7. Early in the day.
Rating: PG for now.
Warning: With these two? ... TBA.
Note: Directly follows this broadcast.
[Mukuro, of course, knows that she is returned (if that is the word, and it is not, but) before she makes the broadcast - knew, in fact, even before she did, when he found himself sleepily nuzzling more hair than he had been expecting.
But it is the others that she wishes to inform of her change, the new people she has met in this strange world, and their colleagues from their own world. Those whom Chrome would probably call her friends - and he does not begrudge her this. Has never begrudged her time and attention spent on those that she counts among her allies, regardless of his own opinion of them. Has never really minded the way she socializes, her kindness, her generosity towards even the obviously undeserving.
It does nothing to sour his good mood that she is wasting her time with inferiors even while he is present, lounging with his head in her lap, one arm lazily curled around her back to play with the ends of her hair. And he does not ask her to do otherwise, although it bemuses him, that she cares to inform the irrelevant masses of her change. He has his due from her, but he does not demand beyond what he feels is owed - it is a token of his affection for her that he does not seek to take more than he has bought.
That which is beyond what he is owed. That, she has always given freely.
And now - a nostalgic introduction, isn't it.
The Italian - Il mio nome e' Chrome Dokuro.. He had been the one to first put such words into her mouth, who had said to her, the thirteen-year-old Chrome, these are the words you will say. And when they asked, she would tell them that she wished to be the Guardian of the Mist. I have no desire to take that title, he had told her. She would be the one who called Vongola her boss, who would protect him and serve him as his illusionist - and if Mukuro came to assist her, it would be a master coming to the aid of his student, a criminal acting to preserve his own agent within the family.
She had taken that role without question. And takes it now again, in this new world, as she is reborn. She, again, extends her friendship to those that he has rejected, takes on the job that he disdains. She is always putting out the fires on the bridges he burns, in her strange way.
He really can't bring himself to mind.]
Italian, Nagi?
Your accent has quite improved.
Status: Closed | Incomplete.
Style: Action.
Where: Their house in Yomisato.
When: Week 13, day 7. Early in the day.
Rating: PG for now.
Warning: With these two? ... TBA.
Note: Directly follows this broadcast.
[Mukuro, of course, knows that she is returned (if that is the word, and it is not, but) before she makes the broadcast - knew, in fact, even before she did, when he found himself sleepily nuzzling more hair than he had been expecting.
But it is the others that she wishes to inform of her change, the new people she has met in this strange world, and their colleagues from their own world. Those whom Chrome would probably call her friends - and he does not begrudge her this. Has never begrudged her time and attention spent on those that she counts among her allies, regardless of his own opinion of them. Has never really minded the way she socializes, her kindness, her generosity towards even the obviously undeserving.
It does nothing to sour his good mood that she is wasting her time with inferiors even while he is present, lounging with his head in her lap, one arm lazily curled around her back to play with the ends of her hair. And he does not ask her to do otherwise, although it bemuses him, that she cares to inform the irrelevant masses of her change. He has his due from her, but he does not demand beyond what he feels is owed - it is a token of his affection for her that he does not seek to take more than he has bought.
That which is beyond what he is owed. That, she has always given freely.
And now - a nostalgic introduction, isn't it.
The Italian - Il mio nome e' Chrome Dokuro.. He had been the one to first put such words into her mouth, who had said to her, the thirteen-year-old Chrome, these are the words you will say. And when they asked, she would tell them that she wished to be the Guardian of the Mist. I have no desire to take that title, he had told her. She would be the one who called Vongola her boss, who would protect him and serve him as his illusionist - and if Mukuro came to assist her, it would be a master coming to the aid of his student, a criminal acting to preserve his own agent within the family.
She had taken that role without question. And takes it now again, in this new world, as she is reborn. She, again, extends her friendship to those that he has rejected, takes on the job that he disdains. She is always putting out the fires on the bridges he burns, in her strange way.
He really can't bring himself to mind.]
Italian, Nagi?
Your accent has quite improved.