Gokudera Hayato ☠ 003
Who: Gokudera Hayato, Yamamoto Takeshi, Sawada Tsunayoshi, Irie Shoichi, (Chrome Dokuro?)
Where: Espoir
Style: I'm starting in third
Status: Closed to Vongola family
Notes: We can work out a posting order once it gets going and everyone arrives if that's okay? Um, pretend Gokudera left them all a message of some sort to say when to be there by.
In the kitchen of cottage sixteen in Espoir, Gokudera was hurrying around the kitchen, putting the finishing touches to the meal, waiting for everyone else to arrive. His hair tied back, apron on (and yes, he had managed to find the one place that stocked an apron with skulls on it), he found himself oddly nervous even though he shouldn't be. It was just dinner, the first dinner they all would have together (if everyone showed up) and it was family. Unless he managed to poison them, he doubted they'd complain and luckily for all involved, he didn't seem to have Bianchi's 'magic touch' in the kitchen that turned something mouthwatering into something that had noxious fumes rising from it.
"Shit, pull yourself together," he muttered to himself as he grabbed a fork to test the pasta, nodding in satisfaction when it tasted the way it should do. Linguine con le vongole almost ready, he went to the fridge to grab the bottle of wine he'd managed to get hold of; as long as they only had a little it shouldn't cause too much harm and after all, he'd been brought up with the stuff. Setting that on the table for a moment, he pulled off the apron and hurried upstairs to grab his tie, waiting for the doorbell to ring.
Where: Espoir
Style: I'm starting in third
Status: Closed to Vongola family
Notes: We can work out a posting order once it gets going and everyone arrives if that's okay? Um, pretend Gokudera left them all a message of some sort to say when to be there by.
In the kitchen of cottage sixteen in Espoir, Gokudera was hurrying around the kitchen, putting the finishing touches to the meal, waiting for everyone else to arrive. His hair tied back, apron on (and yes, he had managed to find the one place that stocked an apron with skulls on it), he found himself oddly nervous even though he shouldn't be. It was just dinner, the first dinner they all would have together (if everyone showed up) and it was family. Unless he managed to poison them, he doubted they'd complain and luckily for all involved, he didn't seem to have Bianchi's 'magic touch' in the kitchen that turned something mouthwatering into something that had noxious fumes rising from it.
"Shit, pull yourself together," he muttered to himself as he grabbed a fork to test the pasta, nodding in satisfaction when it tasted the way it should do. Linguine con le vongole almost ready, he went to the fridge to grab the bottle of wine he'd managed to get hold of; as long as they only had a little it shouldn't cause too much harm and after all, he'd been brought up with the stuff. Setting that on the table for a moment, he pulled off the apron and hurried upstairs to grab his tie, waiting for the doorbell to ring.