02 - Who invited you to the party?

[youwillbe_mist]

[The first thing that Mukuro notices is that there is a sea of Amaretto and Godiva bottles around the room. ...Well maybe it's more like ten. He's not really in the mood for counting right now and he'll blame it on the headache that's currently pounding on his skull

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[kyokugen_sun]

[Hey guess what Ryohei is under that lampshade! .D.b He's still sleeping though.]

[youwillbe_mist]

[Ignoring that too. If he apparently had to be subjected to being a canvas, Ryohei better have suffered the same!

Mukuro's not entirely disappointed though. Adding to the list are other such fun phases such as "Please please go away~♥!" "My playtime♥" and "♥♥No Vongola♥♥"

All in Italian of course.]

[kyokugen_sun]

[Ryohei props himself up on his elbows to look at this.]

D'you even know how to write in Japanese, Mukuro?

[youwillbe_mist]

[Mukuro glances up at Ryohei, his feeling of satisfaction lessened.]

...Yes.

[kyokugen_sun]

Why'd you just scribble on me then? [Obvs Italian =\= language]

[youwillbe_mist]

It's Italian. [Mukuro's impaired judgment is telling him to explain it to Ryohei instead of, oh, smothering him with a pillow.]

[kyokugen_sun]

Oh.

[He pushes Mukuro away so he can look at the writing on his torso more directly.]

Well I guess writing on each other is extreme. [Since he obviously wouldn't engage in activities that WEREN'T extreme.]

[youwillbe_mist]

[He frowns faintly.] Why bother, it's upside down to you.

[Mukuro mutters slightly and tries to lay back down except, oh, hey, one two three four five six seven...apparently he was hoarding all seven markers under his pillow last night.]

[kyokugen_sun]

[Ryohei shrugs and drops his shirt back into place, then looks around the room.]

Now I know where you live! [That =D from the lamp shade? Totally Ryohei's face right now. Hawt.]

[youwillbe_mist]

The inside of this room doesn't tell you anything.

[Mukuro busies himself with unceremoniously shoving all of the markers onto the already messy floor. ...Did he he see his shoes up on the ceiling fan...? He doesn't want to check.]

[kyokugen_sun]

I'll know when I leave.

[Though he doesn't seem intent on doing that, since he flops back down on the bed. :|]

[youwillbe_mist]

Then why are you still here?

[Truthfully this is only a problem because Ryohei is now in His sleeping space. Go sleep on the floor, dog.]

[kyokugen_sun]

I've been here all night. I might as well stay.

[Ryohei has very little sense of personal space. He will probably not be moving.]

[youwillbe_mist]

[Mukuro is almost proud but mostly ashamed and unwilling to admit that if he were in Ryohei's position, that would be his excuse too.]

I don't quite remember inviting you to stay.

[kyokugen_sun]

You don't remember writing on me either.

[Valid argument is valid. Ryohei knocks the lampshade onto the floor to make more room.]

[youwillbe_mist]

[Well damn]

If you're going to stay here then you're not going to speak anymore, is that clear?

[Mukuro rubs the bridge of his nose before trying the daunting task of standing up, which he does and feels accomplished for shut up, and tries to further inspect the room. Sure everything is overturned, broken or marked on, but it is his room. He's not too too bothered by anything until--]

...There's a Christmas tree in the bathtub.