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WHO: Bianchi, Hayato Gokudera
WHAT: A family reunion?
WHERE: On the streets of the city~
WHEN: Mid-afternoon.
Gokudera was just getting on his way home from staying after and trying to teach some idiot how to write a paper. What the hell was so hard about five paragraphs and citations, Gokudera wished he knew so he could beat the stupid out of 18 year old people who couldn't figure out how to do it.
A messenger bag slung over his shoulder and across his chest, he was zoned out into another world completely. Now he was living in which family's turf again? North of the river was Vescovo, wasn't it? Maybe he could try appealing to them again. Last time he tried low level grunts had laughed him out of the bar they were in. It sucked.
He was older, and in his mind, harder than he was back then. It'd be worth a shot, anyway. He just had to start getting somewhere.
WHAT: A family reunion?
WHERE: On the streets of the city~
WHEN: Mid-afternoon.
Gokudera was just getting on his way home from staying after and trying to teach some idiot how to write a paper. What the hell was so hard about five paragraphs and citations, Gokudera wished he knew so he could beat the stupid out of 18 year old people who couldn't figure out how to do it.
A messenger bag slung over his shoulder and across his chest, he was zoned out into another world completely. Now he was living in which family's turf again? North of the river was Vescovo, wasn't it? Maybe he could try appealing to them again. Last time he tried low level grunts had laughed him out of the bar they were in. It sucked.
He was older, and in his mind, harder than he was back then. It'd be worth a shot, anyway. He just had to start getting somewhere.