Carpe diem!
WHO: Kiku, Vash, Feliciano, Ludwig, Rome. (+Yakuza, +Mafia)
WHAT: Rejoice while you are alive; enjoy the day; live life to the fullest; make the most of what you have.
WHEN: July 18, a not-so peaceful Sunday morning.
WHERE: Rome's Mansion.
RATING: A for Action.
"-and isn't it just adorable?" Kiku glanced down at the spread out on the table in front of him impassively, picking one up just to be polite. A glossy snapshot of a wedding dress that looked like it came straight out of a fantasy catalogue. He tried to imagine Feliciano wearing such a frilly thing and immediately regretted it.
"It's... nice," Kiku said finally. He placed it back on the table and picked up his teacup again, using it as an excuse to withhold further comment. His eyes roamed the table impassively in the meanwhile, Feliciano's inane chatter actually serving as a somewhat soothing ambience in the tense atmosphere of the room.
"I know! I couldn't believe they had something like this, it's like someone just looked inside my head and-"
His faithful friend Vash was sitting to his immediate right, tense and wound tight, jaw locked firmly and one hand resting somewhere suspicious under the table. Quite frankly, Kiku was surprised that he had been let into the house at all, but Roma always did seem to have a soft spot for his youngest grandson, who'd managed to convince him simply by saying, "A friend of Kiki's is a friend of mine~!"
"-wanted to make it myself, but nonno said that he would really like get it specially made just for me and I-"
Ludwig was sitting uncomfortably close to Feliciano, who seemed not to notice the way that he was holding the cup up to his mouth without drinking, a dreamy smile painted on his face. The unabashed look of longing in his eyes made Kiku look away hurriedly in discomfort, his cheeks heating up slightly in embarrassment for his supervisor. He obviously didn't know what he was doing.
"-you think they would embroider pasta onto the hem? I think it would be really pretty if-"
At the head of the table was Roma, as was proper for the man of the house. He looked comfortable enough, but Kiku knew better by the discoloration in his fingers, pale from gripping the cup too tightly. His sharp eyes were glaring suspiciously at Vash over the rim of his teacup and Kiku could have sworn that he hadn't seen him move his gaze once, not even when Feliciano shoved a picture of a bridal gown in his face.
"Right, Kiki?" Kiku blinked rapidly and turned his gaze back to Feliciano, who was smiling expectantly at him for a response.
"...yes. Of course," he cleared his throat and took another sip of tea.
WHAT: Rejoice while you are alive; enjoy the day; live life to the fullest; make the most of what you have.
WHEN: July 18, a not-so peaceful Sunday morning.
WHERE: Rome's Mansion.
RATING: A for Action.
"-and isn't it just adorable?" Kiku glanced down at the spread out on the table in front of him impassively, picking one up just to be polite. A glossy snapshot of a wedding dress that looked like it came straight out of a fantasy catalogue. He tried to imagine Feliciano wearing such a frilly thing and immediately regretted it.
"It's... nice," Kiku said finally. He placed it back on the table and picked up his teacup again, using it as an excuse to withhold further comment. His eyes roamed the table impassively in the meanwhile, Feliciano's inane chatter actually serving as a somewhat soothing ambience in the tense atmosphere of the room.
"I know! I couldn't believe they had something like this, it's like someone just looked inside my head and-"
His faithful friend Vash was sitting to his immediate right, tense and wound tight, jaw locked firmly and one hand resting somewhere suspicious under the table. Quite frankly, Kiku was surprised that he had been let into the house at all, but Roma always did seem to have a soft spot for his youngest grandson, who'd managed to convince him simply by saying, "A friend of Kiki's is a friend of mine~!"
"-wanted to make it myself, but nonno said that he would really like get it specially made just for me and I-"
Ludwig was sitting uncomfortably close to Feliciano, who seemed not to notice the way that he was holding the cup up to his mouth without drinking, a dreamy smile painted on his face. The unabashed look of longing in his eyes made Kiku look away hurriedly in discomfort, his cheeks heating up slightly in embarrassment for his supervisor. He obviously didn't know what he was doing.
"-you think they would embroider pasta onto the hem? I think it would be really pretty if-"
At the head of the table was Roma, as was proper for the man of the house. He looked comfortable enough, but Kiku knew better by the discoloration in his fingers, pale from gripping the cup too tightly. His sharp eyes were glaring suspiciously at Vash over the rim of his teacup and Kiku could have sworn that he hadn't seen him move his gaze once, not even when Feliciano shoved a picture of a bridal gown in his face.
"Right, Kiki?" Kiku blinked rapidly and turned his gaze back to Feliciano, who was smiling expectantly at him for a response.
"...yes. Of course," he cleared his throat and took another sip of tea.