streetwalkers | Cloudy with a chance of... kittens?

[It was a day with nothing to do, and Mukuro was spending it mingling with the crowd, taking amusement at the differences in tourists and natives in old Rome. It was more comfortable in Italy, really -- the words around him filtered through his mind much more easily than the still slightly awkward Japanese, and there was no pausing to second-guess the meanings of signs and directions. Really, it was such a pain to keep up a smooth appearance when one wasn't entirely sure whether the person giving you orders was telling you that they were happy or spicy.

On another note, the weather was so much milder, warm and balmy, and simply made walking around generally more pleasant. Of course, regardless of the weather, it was never any fun to trip over a box on the side of the street. Quick reflexes kept him from losing his balance, but he felt a spark of irritation as he looked down to kick the box out of the way. Only before he could, he noticed its contents -- five tiny, mewing, squirming kittens.

It was a whim, yes -- but he wondered, if Sawada Tsunayoshi was afraid of dogs, how did he feel about cats? Well, this would be a convenient way to find out. He stooped to close the box, then hefted it into his arms before turning on his heel and heading back in the direction of the base. It'd take awhile to get there, but he could stand the walk.]

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I thought Mukuro-kun liked sweets.

There's a time and a place.

There's no time like the present!

[ ...pops one in his mouth, moves closer, kisses Mukuro. ]

[Startled, backs away - ohhi wall. Well, the weapon is back now. ]

No thank you.

[ Oh, fine. ]

You're so stubborn today!

A marshmallow isn't going to change my mind.

Mukuro-kun, you're no fun.

Isn't that what you expect from an enemy? Really, your fascination with me is quite puzzling.

Fascination? Not at all.

Now now, don't be contrary. [Just smiles, and makes as if to leave again.]

Do you have a reason I should stay for now, or shall I end it here?

I'm asking nicely, Mukuro-kun. ♥ [ OR ELSE THIS IS GOING TO END IN A FIGHT AND THEN Byakuran having his way with Mukuro's body..-- i mean. ]

Ah, but I'm not the sort of person who's moved by that. [And so he should just stay and let Byakuran have his way with his body anyway? :|]

How heartless of you! I almost feel bad for poor Tsu-kun! [ ...well, he never said it was a win win situation. ]

[Tsuna is an exception, not that he'd admit that to himself, let alone anyone else.]

The clock is ticking, Byakuran. You'll have to be more convincing than that.

[ It's okay, everyone already knows. ]

Ah, but Mukuro-kun, you know- [ MARE RING FLARING UP oh shit things are about to get messy ] -it's just so tedious.

[Don't tell him that, he'll be embarrassed.]

Ah, so that's how we're going to do this, hm? [That's OK, he's prepared to defend himself, even if he knows it probably won't work very well.]

[ /tells him ]

Are you ready? [ WELL no it doesn't matter, and yeah, Byakip already knows your bitch moves.

INSERT...FIGHT SCENE? ~~With fingering.~~ ]

[You bitch.]

Of course. [...Yes, insert fight scene. :| Because otherwise it'll be another 100 comments of fumbling around trying to explain what's going on. ANYWAY, within 5-10 minutes, it's over. There's a lot of bricks and various debris lying around, and at the moment Mukuro is at the end of a trail created by sliding across the ground when he was already a bit bloody, picking himself up with considerable effort and irritation.]

[ Don't worry, Tsu-kun will love you. ]

No, I don't think so. [ Because this is Byakuran moving forward really fast to go and kick Mukuro back down. ]

[And Mukuro's feeling pretty weak at the moment, so it's not too hard to do that, at which point he'll clutch at bruised ribs and cough a bit, while managing to still look pretty defiant and stubborn.]

That's a bit... sadistic of you, hm?

You think so? [ Crouching down next to Mukuro, elbow propped on one knee and face propped on a palm. ] You don't look so good, Mukuro-kun. ♥

I wonder why that could be. [Contemplating getting up again. Is it worth it or not? Hm. :|]

[ No, it's not. Reaching over to stroke Mukuro's face, thumb deliberately dragging over and pressing down on a cut. ]

I did give you fair warning.

[That's what he figured. He'll resist wincing at the motion of that thumb, though it takes considerable effort.]

You act as if I could have safely walked away.