[ week 14, day 2 ] this can't possibly end any way but well

[fakeorgans]

Who: OPEN PRIMARILY TO fakeorgans , fakehumanity , resigns in_starvation , mightstealyrcar , laughingleather , tonno_in_fiamme , thekindestheart , kakipiii . OTHERS MAY BUMP INTO THIS ESTEEMED CROWD IF THEY SO DESIRE, UH? Assuming it's Mukuro and Chrome (and Matt and Jessica and maybe Mello?), who go to see Tsuna and Kyoko, then bump into Hibari and god-knows-who-else, so let's make the posting order sort of reflect this, until people appear. OKAY GO.

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[fakehumanity]

[Mukuro is amused.

Perhaps mostly because this is a distraction from the events of last night. From his own dreams, and hers, and the possibilities raised. This is actually a rather simple situation, relatively speaking. Zombies are uncomplicated, and easier to handle than relationships and futures and children.]

The weather is nice though, isn't it?

[Although it is not.]

[kakipiii]

[Zombies, Chikusa thinks, are tedious. They're far too persistent for his liking and he would rather not get undead hair and flesh stuck in his yo-yos.

All the same, he would rather not be eaten. So he follows the group, because where else is he going to go?

And Mukuro is making quips about the weather. Well, alright.]

Charming, Mukuro-sama.

[mightstealyrcar]

[Matt hasn't slept since the night before, but at least he has nicotine, even if he has to smoke it in a dorky-looking pipe, which he'd never tried before, but is getting the hang of by now. He doesn't do a repeat of his appearance from the day before: he's dressed this time, and has even put on the vest he hasn't been wearing lately. Every layer helps, right?]

Where you guys headed?

[He figures it goes without saying that he has to wait for Jessica.]

[in_starvation]

[Not that the day really counts as an actual day - it was several hours shorter than what it normally is. When Jessica woke up, she felt oddly disoriented, like one would feel if the thirty-minute nap turned into a three-hour one. Realizing that there's might be an extremely daylights savings time thing going about and the nights are going to be longer, she gathered some of her personals that may or may not be useless in the long run and scooped up Malcolm tightly in her arms. He squirms but Jessica is firm: there are enormous monsters out there, and Malcolm is, in the end, a very small dragon. Jessica sides up to Matt and gives him a brief, one-arm hug, just to reassure herself.]

The nights are getting longer, [she murmurs before straightening up.]

I heard over the network that Raisato is one place that can work.

[fakeorgans]

First . . . to find Boss. Then, a safe location.

[ The answer is directed back towards Matt. Chrome can tell from the appearance of the other two and their evident uncertainty that it may eventually come to them having to split into different groups. Which may or may not be a good idea. Safety in numbers suggests they ought to stick together, exactly like this.

But, on the other hand, it's not as if they are alone in this world with no other allies to consider. She is theoretically supposed to be helping to guard Jessica; that's the job description, but she was pledged to be Tsuna's Mist Guardian long before that. Ideally, she can kill two birds with one stone (so to speak) for now.

Ah, and there, she thinks she sees him. Chrome walks more briskly, eager to re-unite with Boss -- so much so that not even her misgivings about Tsuna and Mukuro-sama are able to slow down her enthusiasm in any significant respect. The fact is, she feels safer with the other Guardians around. Their little group is family now, and after an evening of

[fakehumanity]

[Mukuro, when he sees Tsunayoshi and Kyoko, is almost sad that he has already wasted his line about the weather, although hearing Chikusa actually! respond! in a manner that could be considered akin to bantering! makes it ultimately worth it.

He cheerfully shoves a muttering woman out of the way as he follows after Chrome. He isn't altogether sure how he feels about her palpable relief at seeing her other employer - there is something a tiny bit annoying about her faith in him. But he cannot rightly complain about anything that improves her mood, can he - and so his smile today is marginally less hateful than usual.]

Ah, Sawada. I suppose you must be thrilled to see me. [He sounds entirely casual, although the hair on the back of his neck is quietly informing him that something nasty is about to occur.]