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I'm just a loner, baby
May. 31st, 2010 10:54 pm69pineapples.livejournal.com[Mukuro is discovering that more and more of his days are spent, well, at night. It's another such night tonight, nearly midnight and he's had just a bit too much alcohol in the effort to gather information for a mission. It's just enough to make his vision blurry at the edges, and the walk home is a long one, but he'd rather not get a taxi. So here he is getting odd looks from the local Japanese, but feeling vaguely content with the world anyway.]
THIS IS A SUBJECT
May. 11th, 2010 10:37 pm69pineapples.livejournal.com[THIS IS A POST. A post in which Mukuro is in some old dusty bookstore looking up information on past attempts to take over the world. World history, biographies, all of that. It wouldn't do to make a fatal mistake later on, after all. So he'll see where everyone else went wrong and do it differently. TAKE THAT, HISTORY.]
69pineapples.livejournal.com[SO THE ARC IS OVER, Byakuran is dead, and Mukuro is not in a tube. It's nice to feel at home in his own body, and it's nice that things are relatively sorted out. It's also nice to know that Tsuna's awake, and as such when he gets done with his initial meetings he'll find Mukuro sitting cross-legged in a chair in his (Tsuna's) room, drinking tea and looking a bit bored and thoughtful. It's been awhile.]
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.]
Cloudy with a chance of... kittens?
Feb. 4th, 2010 01:58 am69pineapples.livejournal.com[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.]
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.]
Rainy Days are for Staying Indoors
Sep. 12th, 2009 09:34 pm69pineapples.livejournal.com[Several days after this incident, Mukuro has returned to Japan. It's rainy there today, and after returning to the apartment he and his companions have been renting, he's headed to the Vongola base. Rain is nice, in some ways, washing away the dirt from things. But at the same time it's dreary and tiring and he's enjoying the prospect of getting inside after a brisk walk under a flimsy umbrella. Of course he'll stop to pick up a snack -- chocolate filled pastries, for his own taste -- and meander a bit despite the weather. Being in the base always reminds him of the necessity of working with the mafia, and how much he loathes doing so.]
Sunny Days in Italy
Jul. 2nd, 2009 07:01 pm69pineapples.livejournal.com[It's a rather nice day, today. Sunny, but not too sunny, pleasantly warm with a Mediterranean breeze coming up the hills of a small, old seaside town in southern Italy. Mukuro's bored, so in Guido Greco's body he's going for a stroll, just to feel the real wind and smell the real salt air. Illusions grow repetitive after so many years, after all, and sometimes one has to experience the real world to keep the imagination active. So he's walking through the Saturday market, enjoying a whole fresh tomato and wondering how long it'll take for Sawada Tsunayoshi to notice that he never called from the air port. His cell phone is off, of course -- it's more fun to let them all wonder where he's gotten off to.]
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