[Indigo eyes narrow, and he snaps the phone shut, regarding the now much shorter boy inquisitively.
Byakuran was dressed finely, with a white suit on, and polished black loafers. The silky alabaster jacket was currently off, hung casually from his free hand, revealing the professionally tailored oxford buttoned so nicely around his chest. With a black, starchy button up and a deep purple tie that matched his eyes, he was handsome. His jaw had gotten stronger, hair slightly more manageable. And his eyes, they were as murky and serrated as ever.]
[He repeats, a brow arching before he shifts, suddenly feeling small and trapped under the familiar gaze, his back straightening a bit in defiance subconsciously.]
[The smoke fades slowly, cotton candy clouds clinging to a pressed white suit, white shoes, a blood silk shirt and ivory tie, tight as a noose around a slim throat.]
E il loro finanziamento è presto crollerà .. --eh?
[Irie Shouichi blinks as he turns, a thick manila folder in one hand and the other holding a small clicker, undoubtedly used to change slides for some sort of presentation. The years have brought him height -- a bit more fullness to the scrawny flame, and have made him paler, his red hair somehow darker, the green eyes harder and shielded, even alight with confusion as they are now.]
..what is this?
[He slides seamlessly back into Japanese, one hand lifting to adjust his tie, fingers brushing over a ruby blotch on his lapel -- a red rose pin, framed on delicate golden wings, and a heavy ring in the shape of a nut gleams from his ring finger.]
... You can speak Italian? [Yeah, that's the only thing that registers, for the moment. The next thing Spanner realizes is his friend's height, the older, more mature look to his face and body, and his mouth falls open in confusion.]
[ Oh look guys, it's older!Moto wearing a crisp black suit, suitcase in hand and looking more or less confused. He doesn't look much more different - he is taller than before yes, with shorter hair and sporting a scar on his chin, but the smile on his face is the same as ever. ]
Ah - this doesn't look at all like a bathroom, haha!
[ The woman leans back on the couch where her younger self sat just moments ago; although her dress is sliding down to expose her nearly-transparent undergarments, she doesn't seem to mind. After licking full, red lips, MM speaks, her tone is calm- as if she wasn't just thrust ten years into the past. ]
This place looks a bit familiar.. [ Violet eyes glance around, before catching the first person she sees, and she leans forward, which makes her dress slide down just a little bit more. She smiles invitingly, her tone deceptively sweet; ]
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Olgert?
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[You look a little different today. Huh.]
Is everything alright?
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[ You look a bit familiar to him- but he can't quite place it. ]
Buongiorno, signore. Might I ask where this is?
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..it's school. Hitman High?
..did you forget?
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Uwaah~? What do you mean, the package was intercepted at the coast~? Police dogs shouldn't be able to smell the new formula~!
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..'new formula'?
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[Indigo eyes narrow, and he snaps the phone shut, regarding the now much shorter boy inquisitively.
Byakuran was dressed finely, with a white suit on, and polished black loafers. The silky alabaster jacket was currently off, hung casually from his free hand, revealing the professionally tailored oxford buttoned so nicely around his chest. With a black, starchy button up and a deep purple tie that matched his eyes, he was handsome. His jaw had gotten stronger, hair slightly more manageable. And his eyes, they were as murky and serrated as ever.]
....Mou, you aren't my Shou-chan~♪
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[He repeats, a brow arching before he shifts, suddenly feeling small and trapped under the familiar gaze, his back straightening a bit in defiance subconsciously.]
What are you talking about?
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E il loro finanziamento è presto crollerà .. --eh?
[Irie Shouichi blinks as he turns, a thick manila folder in one hand and the other holding a small clicker, undoubtedly used to change slides for some sort of presentation. The years have brought him height -- a bit more fullness to the scrawny flame, and have made him paler, his red hair somehow darker, the green eyes harder and shielded, even alight with confusion as they are now.]
..what is this?
[He slides seamlessly back into Japanese, one hand lifting to adjust his tie, fingers brushing over a ruby blotch on his lapel -- a red rose pin, framed on delicate golden wings, and a heavy ring in the shape of a nut gleams from his ring finger.]
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Wait just a moment.]
... You can speak Italian? [Yeah, that's the only thing that registers, for the moment. The next thing Spanner realizes is his friend's height, the older, more mature look to his face and body, and his mouth falls open in confusion.]
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S-...Spanner!
You're supposed to be at hom...e...
..why do you look like you're sixteen?
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Because I am sixteen? Well in a month, anyway.
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Ah - this doesn't look at all like a bathroom, haha!
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[ You .. what happened to your face? ]
Yamamoto-kun looks quite fancy today ~. Wonder why ~?
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Eh? Fancy - y'think so? [ Looks down at his clothes before shrugging. ] I thought you of all people would find this below your standards, haha!
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[ Pause. ]
... have you gotten.. taller again, Yamamoto-kun?
Please stop that; I dislike craning my neck in order to look you into the eye.
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This place looks a bit familiar.. [ Violet eyes glance around, before catching the first person she sees, and she leans forward, which makes her dress slide down just a little bit more. She smiles invitingly, her tone deceptively sweet; ]
Mm', mind telling me where I am, sweetheart?
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A-ah your.. your dress is sliding down a bit, M.M.
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Is it distracting, monsieur?
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Not-not really, but I just.. thought I should let you know, haha. I didn't know you were into wearing these kinds of dresses.
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