LOG: Lessons~ [Thread] [Hibari, Uni, Gamma, maybe Byakuran] [CLOSED]
WHO: Hibari, Uni, Gamma, possibly Byakuran
WHAT: French lessons! \o/
WHERE: Uni's apartment
WHEN: October 17 (afternoon, exactly an hour after this entry)
RATING: G!
WARNING(s): UH. Uni being excessively cute & moar Gamma-wibbling? And Byakuran creepy if he turns up.
He had been here before, actually, just a few years back and a few floors below the address typed out on an SMS message, currently open on his cellular phone: the job had involved a collar with a silver lock, generous amounts of black leather and a Step By Step Guide on How to Kill a Man With a Ball Point Pen. Now he found himself back in the lobby of that same hotel with his ever-trusty laptop bag and a few hardbound books under his arm. Strange how things changed, with the natural exception of the guard patrol routes and the number of security cameras per floor. From hitman to tutor. Things like this used to make him laugh. He'd like to think he was learning to embrace the strangeness.
It didn't take all that long to clear things up with the front desk and head up towards Uni's suites in the hotel -- it seems as though the girl was prepared for him, and had taken measures to make sure that he didn't have to deal with too many people before attending to their business. Hibari took the elevator they directed him towards, the one that bypassed all levels except for her floor. Most people would think that these extra luxuries were just the sort of thing the Millefiore did for the best in their lot. Hibari, however, had his suspicions. Their previous encounter and the exchange that had brought this meeting about in the first place had been strange, to say the least.
The translator stepped out the moment the elevator doors opened, took a moment out to straighten his tie, then rang the doorbell. Today was bound to be interesting.
WHAT: French lessons! \o/
WHERE: Uni's apartment
WHEN: October 17 (afternoon, exactly an hour after this entry)
RATING: G!
WARNING(s): UH. Uni being excessively cute & moar Gamma-wibbling? And Byakuran creepy if he turns up.
He had been here before, actually, just a few years back and a few floors below the address typed out on an SMS message, currently open on his cellular phone: the job had involved a collar with a silver lock, generous amounts of black leather and a Step By Step Guide on How to Kill a Man With a Ball Point Pen. Now he found himself back in the lobby of that same hotel with his ever-trusty laptop bag and a few hardbound books under his arm. Strange how things changed, with the natural exception of the guard patrol routes and the number of security cameras per floor. From hitman to tutor. Things like this used to make him laugh. He'd like to think he was learning to embrace the strangeness.
It didn't take all that long to clear things up with the front desk and head up towards Uni's suites in the hotel -- it seems as though the girl was prepared for him, and had taken measures to make sure that he didn't have to deal with too many people before attending to their business. Hibari took the elevator they directed him towards, the one that bypassed all levels except for her floor. Most people would think that these extra luxuries were just the sort of thing the Millefiore did for the best in their lot. Hibari, however, had his suspicions. Their previous encounter and the exchange that had brought this meeting about in the first place had been strange, to say the least.
The translator stepped out the moment the elevator doors opened, took a moment out to straighten his tie, then rang the doorbell. Today was bound to be interesting.