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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[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.