[After escaping Fran's suicide watch, Mukuro got out and stole the neighbours milk, having come fresh from the milkman himself. He drank three quarts of it and died in the middle of the street with a stupid grin on his face. Morning finds him back in his bed again, just as intact as ever. He shuffles to the phone with a frown. Just how many times ( Read more... )

I grow weary of this banal existence in Mayfield ( Read more... )

Among my various responsibilities, I consider it important that I continually harass, pester and creep out the Vongola. Keeps dear Tsunayoshi on his toes, and that little twerp needs it, as far as I'm concerned or the mafia reality will eat him alive. How he still manages to stay so innocent is beyond me. Perhaps his future self is a little tougher ( Read more... )