He had come out to take a call, half-hearted, not quite ready to stop enjoying himself (it was wearisome, in a way, to be as he was). He didn't pause to count the hours, wonder what in the hell time it was in Italy that they would be calling him in an evening hour he'd counted in the previous days as a peaceful, business-free one. He stood with his head to the door until Lambo's violent vacillations between crying and laughter became too much, and, murmuring business-like banalities under his breath to the voice on the other end, opened the door, stepped outside
( ... )
Sometimes, when Mukuro was feeling pleasantly indulgent (and thinking in terms of other people's dictionaries) he self reflected. In an amusing way he was not so different from Hibari Kyouya -- too much mingling. And at the same time, they were drastically different. Sometimes, when he was feeling particularly indulgent he would allow himself a small taste of envy for the Disciplinary Committee head. Hibari, he was sure, would have passed through Hell with no attachments to singe and burn. Today, however, he wasn't feeling that indulgent and kept his thoughts ordered and forward.
The mafia was disgusting, so reflective of this world and people's desires. Though. The light in the back of his head, that seemed to match the windows in front of him was not so bad. Sawada Tsunayoshi was too kind of a person (and what juxtaposition was that? To go with such a mafia style). Hardly as straight forward as he seemed. Mukuro did not think he had been so perplexed in a long time.
Of course. Don't be shy, from the mouth of some mafia
( ... )
He wasn't expecting that. He reconsidered, thought he'd never known what to expect, with Mukuro. Chrome. This strange situation shoved under the bed by the mafia world (he had, of course let it be, because he did not know what was wrong and while the megalomaniacs you could see roamed freely, it was simply a little nag in the pit of his stomach, another injustice to mull over in a spare moment) now waited outside like a stray dog. How harmless, how disarming.
The sounds of warmth reached him from under the door, he wanted terribly to open it. And yet.
"Well! Come in," he said, "Tsuna's probably been waiting for you to show." He flashed another smile, inviting, knocked his cell phone out of his pocket in the process. The back, the battery, flew into the finely manicured lawn. "Oh," he said, and found (with a sudden quirk of his lips, disbelief), that he was hesitant to kneel to pick them up. Ridiculous. And yet.
Dino was unexpectedly like a golden retriever with too big feet. Mukuro was reminded (how oddly) of Ken, which brought a slight chuckle to his lips. What a habit, kufufufu, now it was more of a habit than a laugh. He crossed over into the lawn and bent, at the knee, crouching low in the grass and picked up the back of the cell phone and batter.
From his crouch he looked up at Dino, still smiling. "Somehow, I doubt that." Unlike most he had little faith in Sawada Tsunayoshi's capacity to love. Unexpectedly nice, yes, but there was always something else. If things were so baldfaced as to be what they were he would have no problem bending them. There had already been more than a spark of strength in the Vongola Tenth, not to mention his intuition. He always got the urge to say 'Well played, Vongola Tenth,' complete with hand motions... just to do it.
He had thought that Dino Cavallone would leave his mind after weeks. And he mostly had, as Mukuro had fallen back into the rhythm of Ken and Chikusa and Chrome. Lancia had gone back to Italy, he had heard. Basil had as well. It seemed that things were settling down and Sawada Tsunayoshi's core family would have some time to further unite -- or whatever it was that the Arcobaleno Reborn had planned.
Today? Well, it was odd (at least for those who were unfamiliar with Kokuyou, and he was sure that Gokudera Hayato would be spluttering to see this) but he was grocery shopping. Odd, unusual, and yet -- necessary. The aisles were relatively empty, perhaps it was the time he chose to go shopping or the store itself, but it as nice.
He ended up with three bags, one of sweets (gum, chocolates, kettle corn, gummies, cookies and a cake) and the other two of whatever had looked good. He was halfway home when he passed through the park, sat down on the bench and fished out a chocolate bar. Perhaps he was a bit self indulgent today.
He always appreciated the quality of days like this, when business was hours ahead, not even worth a thought. Romario was muttering into his cell phone and not handing it to Dino (what a relief), the way he could do anything until his own cell phone rang, an alarm clock back to a rather drab reality. For now, he had a coke and intended to find his way to Tsuna's house, waste an hour or two.
And then his plans crumpled without so much as a warning when he caught sight of the figure up ahead. First thought, wasn't it the very bench they'd sat on so long ago -- second thought, so candid sitting there, and lonely --
"Go on ahead," he told Romario, who paused with a frown, and then reluctantly turned toward the direction of Tsuna's house. He smiled, half-fascinated as if about to unwrap a present -- took the roundabout way, quiet and unassuming and coming up behind Mukuro. Not too intrusive, more simply curious and content to watch for the next few minutes.
[ooc: ...I.... I DIDN'T GET THE PICTURE. DD: Picture messages have let me
( ... )
Mukuro, when feeling rather ironic, had to admit that he was (overly?) fond of chocolate. Particularly the somewhat overpriced and 'high quality' chocolate. He had good taste, really, and no one else he knew was as fond of it so it wasn't as though he was depriving them of anything. He took time to break off a piece, set it on his tongue and let it melt. There was something about eating chocolate that way which was really quite ice. Little pleasures.
He contemplated saving the rest for later, but he was fond of the chill air too. Winter was such a clean season, and he liked how everything seemed preserved for just a little while. Frost, ice, snow, it was all beautiful in its cold.
(ooc: >( or maybe it's verizon being EVIL it took forever for me to get a text the other day ;; sob. I AM PRETTY GOOD. HOW ARE YOU? HAHA I know right >D Boss~~)
He almost wanted to rest his elbows on the bench and simply enjoy the scenery with Mukuro. Instead, the silence invited -- he moved behind him, deftly placed his hands over his eyes.
"Guess who?"
[ooc: Change of pace, what what. VERIZON I WILL GET YOUUUUU >( I AM GLAD TO HEAR IT. i'm good, a little stressed from translation-revising, and GOD I WANT TO JUST WRITE FICS but it sucks when there's so much on your mind you can't even get into it. D: I might just start writing people's Christmas letters. XD Bossuuuuuu~. I look forward to seeing them in action. :D]
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The mafia was disgusting, so reflective of this world and people's desires. Though. The light in the back of his head, that seemed to match the windows in front of him was not so bad. Sawada Tsunayoshi was too kind of a person (and what juxtaposition was that? To go with such a mafia style). Hardly as straight forward as he seemed. Mukuro did not think he had been so perplexed in a long time.
Of course. Don't be shy, from the mouth of some mafia ( ... )
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The sounds of warmth reached him from under the door, he wanted terribly to open it. And yet.
"Well! Come in," he said, "Tsuna's probably been waiting for you to show." He flashed another smile, inviting, knocked his cell phone out of his pocket in the process. The back, the battery, flew into the finely manicured lawn. "Oh," he said, and found (with a sudden quirk of his lips, disbelief), that he was hesitant to kneel to pick them up. Ridiculous. And yet.
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Dino was unexpectedly like a golden retriever with too big feet. Mukuro was reminded (how oddly) of Ken, which brought a slight chuckle to his lips. What a habit, kufufufu, now it was more of a habit than a laugh. He crossed over into the lawn and bent, at the knee, crouching low in the grass and picked up the back of the cell phone and batter.
From his crouch he looked up at Dino, still smiling. "Somehow, I doubt that." Unlike most he had little faith in Sawada Tsunayoshi's capacity to love. Unexpectedly nice, yes, but there was always something else. If things were so baldfaced as to be what they were he would have no problem bending them. There had already been more than a spark of strength in the Vongola Tenth, not to mention his intuition. He always got the urge to say 'Well played, Vongola Tenth,' complete with hand motions... just to do it.
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Today? Well, it was odd (at least for those who were unfamiliar with Kokuyou, and he was sure that Gokudera Hayato would be spluttering to see this) but he was grocery shopping. Odd, unusual, and yet -- necessary. The aisles were relatively empty, perhaps it was the time he chose to go shopping or the store itself, but it as nice.
He ended up with three bags, one of sweets (gum, chocolates, kettle corn, gummies, cookies and a cake) and the other two of whatever had looked good. He was halfway home when he passed through the park, sat down on the bench and fished out a chocolate bar. Perhaps he was a bit self indulgent today.
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And then his plans crumpled without so much as a warning when he caught sight of the figure up ahead. First thought, wasn't it the very bench they'd sat on so long ago -- second thought, so candid sitting there, and lonely --
"Go on ahead," he told Romario, who paused with a frown, and then reluctantly turned toward the direction of Tsuna's house. He smiled, half-fascinated as if about to unwrap a present -- took the roundabout way, quiet and unassuming and coming up behind Mukuro. Not too intrusive, more simply curious and content to watch for the next few minutes.
[ooc: ...I.... I DIDN'T GET THE PICTURE. DD: Picture messages have let me ( ... )
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He contemplated saving the rest for later, but he was fond of the chill air too. Winter was such a clean season, and he liked how everything seemed preserved for just a little while. Frost, ice, snow, it was all beautiful in its cold.
(ooc: >( or maybe it's verizon being EVIL it took forever for me to get a text the other day ;; sob. I AM PRETTY GOOD. HOW ARE YOU? HAHA I know right >D Boss~~)
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"Guess who?"
[ooc: Change of pace, what what. VERIZON I WILL GET YOUUUUU >( I AM GLAD TO HEAR IT. i'm good, a little stressed from translation-revising, and GOD I WANT TO JUST WRITE FICS but it sucks when there's so much on your mind you can't even get into it. D: I might just start writing people's Christmas letters. XD Bossuuuuuu~. I look forward to seeing them in action. :D]
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