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

[69pineapples.livejournal.com]

[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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[sentirigo.livejournal.com]

[ 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. ]

[69pineapples.livejournal.com]

[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.

[sentirigo.livejournal.com]

[ 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. ]

[69pineapples.livejournal.com]

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.]

[sentirigo.livejournal.com]

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.

[69pineapples.livejournal.com]

[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?

[sentirigo.livejournal.com]

[ . . . ]

Gokudera-kun's probably worried sick about me.

[69pineapples.livejournal.com]

That's why you call.

[sentirigo.livejournal.com]

[ 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. ]

[69pineapples.livejournal.com]

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

[sentirigo.livejournal.com]

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

[69pineapples.livejournal.com]

[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.

[sentirigo.livejournal.com]

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

Why would he--?

[69pineapples.livejournal.com]

[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.

[sentirigo.livejournal.com]

Then he's being silly.