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[LOG] [Thread] A date? [Hibari, Dino] [CLOSED]

Feb 17, 2009 00:11

WHO: Hibari Kyouya, Dino Cavallone
WHAT: After this and that. AREN'T THEY PRECIOUS?
WHERE: Vongola & Associates office, and later, somewhere nice else~
WHEN: Lunchtime!
RATING: G for now (BECAUSE IT STANDS FOR GAY!)
WARNING(s): Snippy Hibari. Willfully oblivious Dino. Oh, and a liberal amount of possible gay.

( Pride, o deadly vice! )

hibari kyouya, dino cavallone, *log: incomplete, *log: on-going, *log: thread

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GAAAAAAAAAAAAAY? aesthetic_ally February 17 2009, 02:19:08 UTC

Said insufferable man is already waiting by the gates, leaning against a sleek, grey Lamborghini Reventon. Dino has always had a taste for expensive sports cars, with this latest acquisition costing him above a million euros. Worth it, really, when his car is one of only twenty produced all over the world.

A few minutes to noon, and he glances at his watch, smiling at the passersby who had given him a second look. People with cars like his never really waited on the sidewalk, he knows, but he shrugs it off.

Kyouya would be coming down anytime soon, and although he knew that he was taking liberties with addressing the man by his first name, Dino couldn't help but tease - there really was something amusing in watching the man's hackles rise in irritation.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! derridamustdie February 17 2009, 02:26:14 UTC

...A sports car, of course, and he honestly wouldn't have expected any less of a rich brat type heading his own company. Hibari paused just a millisecond too long when he reached the gates to give the whole setup (car, Dino, Dino smiling) a disapproving look before rolling his eyes and coming forward.

"Two hours, Cavallone," he mutters, as he takes the front seat. "And I'm smoking in your car."

There was no question in his voice, no asking for permission: simply a statement of fact.

aesthetic_ally February 17 2009, 02:31:12 UTC

Oh, no. No, no. Those are leather seats he was talking about, and this car is practically an extension of his soul. But Dino's pleasant, and he comments. "If you smoke in my car, you're going out for dinner with me this time."

He had stifled a chuckle at Hibari's sour expression when he came out, and something right now, tells him that they were in for quite the interesting ride. The coupe's doors lift fully - even Dino finds this somewhat pretentious, really, but at least it was different - and Dino peers in at him, continuing.

"So I suggest you toss that cigarette pack out."

derridamustdie February 17 2009, 02:35:44 UTC

Dinner? ...Dinner? What in the--

All of that and then some was channeled rather furiously into the Look (capital letter intended) that Hibari sent the man before the latter returned his cigarette case to the inner pocket of his coat.

(He's all anger and irritation and Let's Get This Over With, and he doesn't realize how he's acting exactly the way this one wants him to.)

aesthetic_ally February 17 2009, 02:38:28 UTC

Dino's so very pleased at this outcome, and makes a mental note to use it on him more often. That Look only makes his smile widen - because really, it is so amusingly easy to get under his skin like this.

He lets the doors shut down and starts the engine, before cheerfully asking - cheerfully because he knows that would probably irritate him further. "So, do you have any places in mind?"

Not that he'd really heed it, of course, but one has to ask.

derridamustdie February 17 2009, 02:41:14 UTC

"Your time, your decisions."

Hibari turns away from Dino and unto the scenery, because scenery is infinitely more comforting and pleasant than the company of a guy who couldn't seem to take no or fuck off for an answer. The urge to hit him was becoming stronger by the minute, but the thought of Sawada's big unknowing eyes and a hell lot of paperwork (along with some possible bylines in the newspaper) kept him from thinking too much on it.

aesthetic_ally February 17 2009, 02:46:40 UTC

"Thought you'd say that."

Dino nods, and he presses down hard on the accelerator, narrowly missing another car before he speeds off down the mostly empty road, weaving through the few cars with a recklessly dangerous skill. He's oblivious to the other's thoughts, and takes the liberty of speeding up further, while commenting.

"Does seafood sound good?"

derridamustdie February 17 2009, 02:49:25 UTC

The only sign of his mild surprise is a blink and brief stare at the road that Dino is now thundering past, at the risk of lives and possibly the sanity of the other motorists who were out and about at that moment. The only other driver that he knew who was as crazy as this (if not crazier) was Xanxus.

"I don't particularly care."

Still, he could deal with crazy drivers. He wasn't exactly the calmest driver around himself.

aesthetic_ally February 17 2009, 02:53:48 UTC

Driving like a person batfuck out of his gourd, Dino takes a swift turn, contemplating that with a soft hum. He changes gears, taking a few turns as he glances over at him briefly.

"A beach restaurant, then. I know a place."

derridamustdie February 17 2009, 03:00:38 UTC

"Fine."

What is with Italians and their penchant for driving at the same speed as bats flying out of the ninth circle of Hell? He vaguely remembers asking Timoteo about it a long ways back and receiving nothing but a laugh and a mischievous look.

...There was only so much one could see when one was driving too fast. This irritates him more, for some reason.

aesthetic_ally February 17 2009, 03:05:39 UTC

He lets the conversation die off, comfortable with the silence as he continues - only reaching the edge of a sandy white beach other town over a short twenty minutes later.

A small, posh restaurant was built in the shade, overlooking the blue sea as Dino parks the car, killing the engine and letting the doors raise smoothly. It is one of his favorite places just outside Namimori, and he's missed the food quite a bit, considering all his overseas stints.

"Well then, we're here."

derridamustdie February 17 2009, 03:18:02 UTC

Suffice to say, Hibari is not impressed with what he sees. For one, he prefers mountains and colder weather. For another, he hates the way sand gets everywhere.

The younger man wordlessly enters the restaurant ahead of Dino, not bothering to wait for him. Two hours. He can do that just fine.

aesthetic_ally February 17 2009, 03:30:36 UTC

Dino follows easily without complaint, casting one last glance at his car as it beeps, locking mechanism sliding into place. The cool air-conditioning hits him, and he nods at one of the waiters, who came over with a pleasant smile, and led them to seats near the window.

Save for a smattering of dining guests and the sound of cutlery clinking against plates, there was little else. A small spray of pink orchids sit in the middle of the table, and the waiter pulls out their chairs for them, just a little, handing them the leather-bound menus.

derridamustdie February 17 2009, 03:34:28 UTC

At least there weren't a lot of people. Hibari gives the menu a disdainful once over before picking out the first few things that strike his fancy.

The timer's ticking away in his head, and he can only will it, silently, to go faster.

aesthetic_ally February 17 2009, 03:37:58 UTC

It's just another lunch appointment out with a companion, and Dino flips through it lazily while the waiter makes a few recommendations. Flicking a glance at Hibari as he leans back against his chair, he comments lightly; his own good mood unaffected in the least by the Japanese man's bad one.

"Come on, don't look so unpleasant. It's a nice day out by a beautiful beach side with good food."

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