You are a washing machine for humanity

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[After weeks of Tsuna insisting that everyone needed a vacation, Mukuro had finally relented. He'd go somewhere, on one condition: they went by themselves. Tsuna could take everyone else to an onsen if he wanted to, but Mukuro had no intention of hanging around with the rest of the Vongola for days. So when they had time, the two of them had traveled out to a beach resort.

Thus, here Mukuro is, completely out of place in swim trunks, sitting in a slatted chair with sunglasses on, his hair loose and all over the place, and drinking a pina colada, all in the shade of a giant umbrella. He knows perfectly well how unusual and even odd this is for him, and he doesn't care. It's relaxing and right now the beach is empty.]

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[ Even if a move such as this one would probably spark dozens more requests from his various guardians of private time alone (god forbid), Tsuna finds he cannot muster the strength of mind to worry about that now, as relaxed as he is.

Mukuro really is a sight to see, Tsuna thinks, and he can barely hold back the stifled laughter building as he wanders directly in front of Mukuro, feeling the sun scorch his back through the thin shirt he wears. Behind him, a trail of damp footprints lead to his wet feet. ]

Enjoying yourself?