[KHR;challenge] a series of compromises
Sasagawa Ryohei, Hibari Kyouya
For 31_days. January 23rd. if music be the food of love, play on
"Every Guardian has to attend at least one Italian opera. It is part of the appreciating Italian culture, as well as a criteria for being a part of the Vongola," Reborn intoned, and then casually cocked his gun in plain sight before the other man could argue. "You may choose any play of your liking. However, purchasing the entire opera house for a play is out of the question. I know you, Hibari Kyouya. Frivolous expenses will not be entertained."
The Cloud Guardian growled and seethed and his teeth itched, but he took the stack of opera houses with their sessions with much less venom as expected. "Am I allowed to bring a companion?" he said as he flicked through the various circulars.
Reborn cocked his head. "If you can find someone else other than Gokudera to join you." He tilted his head upwards to the ceiling. "Tsuna needs to fufil his 'Appreciate Italy' quota for the week. You may wish to take him."
Hibari scowled at both suggestions, sliding one slim leaflet from the bundle and discarding the rest. "Grazie", he said, which didn't sound very thankful at all, and left.
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"No."
"The tickets have been bought."
"Then ask Kusakabe."
"Tetsuya is not in Italy."
Ryohei shot him a glare that spoke volumes about the sudden absence of Hibari's right-hand man, even as he fumbled around for a better excuse. "Hibari, Kyoko extremely loves this shit. She drags me to every new one she hasn't seen every time she comes here, if Sawada can't accompany her."
Hibari's eyes glittered. "Then perhaps I should invite your sister instead, if she enjoys operas so much."
Sasagawa's nostrils flared at that, but Hibari knew that he had won the round when Ryohei grumbled his agreement to the arrangement. It soothed his irritation a little. Hibari may not like attending such trivialities, but if he was going to suffer through such nonsense, he was determined to bring someone who would suffer along with him.
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He had reserved the entire box, of course. Ryohei evidently had not been in one before, despite his adventures with his sister, and Hibari could sense the current of interest running through Ryohei as he investigated the privacy offered to them.
Hibari could understand why people preferred circle seats; it was a constant chore leaning out of the high balcony in order to properly view the opera. Still, Hibari wasn't there to appreciate Italian culture, as much as Reborn insinuated that he was supposed to. The opera he had selected was one that he had known about anyway: Madama Butterfly. He didn't particularly liked the story it presented, but he knew how it went, in case Reborn decided to ask him about it.
When the lights dimmed, he settled into the plush chair, letting the language flow over him. It was only after twenty minutes when he realized that Ryohei was fidgeting quietly, upper body leaning against the wood of the balcony as he peered at the opera.
"Sasagawa," Hibari murmured. "Stop that."
"They speak too fast," Ryohei whispered back. "I can't...I can't follow."
"It's opera. It's not made for understanding. Just listen, appreciate and stop fidgeting. It's distracting."
"Kyoko would ask about this," Ryohei stated, and Hibari snorted delicately.
"Sasagawa Ryohei, you are a terrible liar."
He didn't say anything further, but pulled Ryohei down and pressed fingers to his lips before the boxer could protest loudly. "Two hours," he reflected. While Ryohei frowned behind the make-shift gag, Hibari came to a private conclusion, smiled and patted Ryohei's cheek.
"Keep quiet and still for two hours, and I'll make it up to you when we get back."
For 31_days. January 23rd. if music be the food of love, play on
"Every Guardian has to attend at least one Italian opera. It is part of the appreciating Italian culture, as well as a criteria for being a part of the Vongola," Reborn intoned, and then casually cocked his gun in plain sight before the other man could argue. "You may choose any play of your liking. However, purchasing the entire opera house for a play is out of the question. I know you, Hibari Kyouya. Frivolous expenses will not be entertained."
The Cloud Guardian growled and seethed and his teeth itched, but he took the stack of opera houses with their sessions with much less venom as expected. "Am I allowed to bring a companion?" he said as he flicked through the various circulars.
Reborn cocked his head. "If you can find someone else other than Gokudera to join you." He tilted his head upwards to the ceiling. "Tsuna needs to fufil his 'Appreciate Italy' quota for the week. You may wish to take him."
Hibari scowled at both suggestions, sliding one slim leaflet from the bundle and discarding the rest. "Grazie", he said, which didn't sound very thankful at all, and left.
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"No."
"The tickets have been bought."
"Then ask Kusakabe."
"Tetsuya is not in Italy."
Ryohei shot him a glare that spoke volumes about the sudden absence of Hibari's right-hand man, even as he fumbled around for a better excuse. "Hibari, Kyoko extremely loves this shit. She drags me to every new one she hasn't seen every time she comes here, if Sawada can't accompany her."
Hibari's eyes glittered. "Then perhaps I should invite your sister instead, if she enjoys operas so much."
Sasagawa's nostrils flared at that, but Hibari knew that he had won the round when Ryohei grumbled his agreement to the arrangement. It soothed his irritation a little. Hibari may not like attending such trivialities, but if he was going to suffer through such nonsense, he was determined to bring someone who would suffer along with him.
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He had reserved the entire box, of course. Ryohei evidently had not been in one before, despite his adventures with his sister, and Hibari could sense the current of interest running through Ryohei as he investigated the privacy offered to them.
Hibari could understand why people preferred circle seats; it was a constant chore leaning out of the high balcony in order to properly view the opera. Still, Hibari wasn't there to appreciate Italian culture, as much as Reborn insinuated that he was supposed to. The opera he had selected was one that he had known about anyway: Madama Butterfly. He didn't particularly liked the story it presented, but he knew how it went, in case Reborn decided to ask him about it.
When the lights dimmed, he settled into the plush chair, letting the language flow over him. It was only after twenty minutes when he realized that Ryohei was fidgeting quietly, upper body leaning against the wood of the balcony as he peered at the opera.
"Sasagawa," Hibari murmured. "Stop that."
"They speak too fast," Ryohei whispered back. "I can't...I can't follow."
"It's opera. It's not made for understanding. Just listen, appreciate and stop fidgeting. It's distracting."
"Kyoko would ask about this," Ryohei stated, and Hibari snorted delicately.
"Sasagawa Ryohei, you are a terrible liar."
He didn't say anything further, but pulled Ryohei down and pressed fingers to his lips before the boxer could protest loudly. "Two hours," he reflected. While Ryohei frowned behind the make-shift gag, Hibari came to a private conclusion, smiled and patted Ryohei's cheek.
"Keep quiet and still for two hours, and I'll make it up to you when we get back."