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I got no one who will bring me a big umbrella;

[It's late night again -- past midnight, when Mukuro finally enters the hallways of the Vongola base in Rome. A bare few hours have passed since this incident, most of which has been spent calming his shaken nerves, bandaging the worst of his injuries with makeshift bandages torn from his t-shirt, and working up the energy to walk in smoothly, not stumbling despite his exhaustion, a half-heated illusion of a healthy body thrown over him to deter all but the most perceptive he may run into. But he's not stalking silently as usual -- it's a slow plod, masking pain and discomfort with a false sense of nonchalance. And for once he isn't looking to irritate anyone tonight. He just wants a bath, a bed, and sleep.]

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[He pointedly ignores that first comment, instead going for his dresser and pulling out a pair of comfortable pajama pants. He'll be slipping those on and nothing else, and climbing into bed, though he doesn't get close enough to be touching Tsuna, even if that puts him at the edge of the bed.]

What for?

[ ...scoots over, and gives Mukuro more space!! He half shrugs, laughs, and sets his phone aside. ]

What else?

[Takes the space, and gets under the covers himself, flopping on his side so nothing is really visible except the top of his head.]

It's been a long day.

Sleep.

[ That's cute, nappo head. ]

Mm. [It's a small noise, mostly because he started to drift off the moment his head hit the pillow. If Tsuna wants to grill him about anything, he'll have to do it in the morning.]

[ That's okay, Mukuro needs space, right? So Tsuna's gonna hit the lights, and then follow suit- though if he somehow ends up curled next to Mukuro in the night, he's not responsible for his own actions while asleep. ]

[He doesn't wake up til pretty late into the morning, and when he does it's with the familiar presence of Tsuna against his back, Tsuna's arm over his waist, Tsuna's breath on his neck. Of course, there's a moment where he starts to panic, and he starts a little, just enough to make the bed jerk. But the pleasant warmth is comforting, and with the distance of a good sleep between him and the events of yesterday, they're a bit less painful. He's good at bouncing back from things that might ruin another person, after all, so after a moment of tension he relaxes, closing his eyes again but not quite going to sleep, and resting his hand over Tsuna's to lace their fingers together. There's the thought that he could hurt Tsuna right now, but it's fleeting. He's too lazy right now.]

[ Great, it's good to know that Tsuna's spared the wrath of Mukuro because he's too lazy to move. And anyway, Tsuna barely even stirs, still sleeping without abandon, like a kid again, sprawled everywhere and draped over Mukuro. But it evokes a content, lazy sort of noise from him and he shifts a little along the bed, presses closer. ]

[Well, the laziness is kind of augmented by the fact that he's stiff as a board all over and moving HURTS, but, y'know. He's squeezing Tsuna's hand now, trying to wake him up gently. He'd rather not put him in the tub again.]

[ He's stirring, making something that sounds like a protest with a few random words thrown in here and there, like, "sleep longer", "mom", the usual morning things before jolting awake, eyes shooting open. ]

AslvSJg?

[That's amusing, and he allows himself a small laugh, rolling over to look Tsuna in the face.]

I would bet you've missed your morning meetings by now.

[ Tsuna still looks groggy, retracting his hand to rub at his eyes, and yawning widely, before-

Well, shit. ]

-it can't be that late already. [ But he's reaching over to the nightstand, for his phone. ]

[It's somewhere in the vicinity of 10 or 11, actually. Considering they didn't get to sleep until 3 am or so, that's not surprising.]

You must have been exhausted yourself.

[ His text messages consist of: nine thousand and three missed called and a billion more texts, and he groans, swinging off the bed. ]

It wasn't too bad- I think- I have to get going now... [ A laugh, and he's picking his clothes up, hopping into them. ]

You could always call off. [He looks much better this morning, but there's still the stiffness, soreness, and he's still tired. And frankly he was enjoying Tsuna's quiet presence.]

Maybe tomorrow? [ Tsuna pauses midway in buttoning up his shirt, glancing over at Mukuro. ] We could go get something to eat, if you're in the mood.

[The face he makes is close to a pout. He sits up and stretches, wincing at the protests of abused muscles.]

And why not now?

[ . . . ]

Gokudera-kun's probably worried sick about me.

That's why you call.

[ Tsuna hesitates, for a moment. On one hand, he's already royally late, and on the other, he could have a nice big meal instead and be scolded later--

Fuck it. There's no point in being the Tenth if it means he can't take a day off once in a while, right? ]

Okay. Just this once. [ Wanders off to a corner to call!! Please be quiet. ]

[Victory. |D He'll be quiet while Tsuna calls. In fact it takes a lot not to fall right back to sleep.]

[ -and done. He snaps the phone shut and tosses it back off to the side, sinking back down into the mattress. ]

[Mukuro is pleased. Having Tsuna all to himself feels quite nice. It's something Byakuran can't taint -- Tsuna's simple, comforting presence.] You know, Byakuran seemed to think I might guide him right into your lap.

[ That startles him, for a second, this kind of topic for an early morning conversation, but Tsuna barely misses a beat. ]

Why would he--?

[A shrug. He's not the type to find the proper time to say something.]

Perhaps he thought that if he followed me long enough I'd give in and head home.

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