text: the company was for your benefit not his ! besides they’re his family now too he’s gonna have to get used to them whether he likes it or not 

text: sorry didn’t catch it was a date situation lol 

text: relax be yourself you’ll be fine !

text: seriously relax that guy senses fear like an animal 

[1/2] I’m back! (๑꧆◡꧆๑)

He didn't have to show up, if the storm guardian was at all competent he shouldn't have to call. Squalo could have easily ignored the call (Which it must have seemed like he did because he pointedly hadn't answered.) and let the Neo Vongola's right-hand fend for himself. Like he should. But Hayato Gokudera was Vongola and he was a fighter, albeit annoying, and with the absence of the Varia those in the Vongola was all Squalo had. It was gross to think about it like that.

It hadn't been hard to find him when Alo knew who she was tracking, and once the boy was in sight Squalo jumped from the sharks back while she rushed into some incoming enemies with open jaws. Standing, Squalo flexed his prosthetic hand as he approached Gokudera with a sneer.

"VOOIII!! You better be dying brat!"

HAPPY LAMBORTH!!

upon the beckon his posture had seized, tiny shoulders hunching as he let a gurgle slip―gupi―and huge eyes peered back over a shoulder, easing only after he saw gokudera cross-legged on the ground, position unassuming with no furrowed brow. he shuffled forward on ginger eggshells, a cautious animal nosing out of its cage. but what gokudera had for him was no jab, no lecture about the ten-or-so gumdrops he had just crammed into his guilty cheeks. down the hatch they go, loud gulp before he answers, “what is it, ahodera?” the bits of candy in his teeth betrayed him at once, but he didn’t have to know that. his hand accepted (and plummeted with) the ring, glittering not unlike the one he remembered stashing in his sticky hair; and like that ring, too, it better suited him as a bracelet on his twiggy wrist.

“ohh, sparkly-shiny! shiny, shiny!” which rivaled the fascination in his eyes. “so you remembered, ahodera! this is a good offering for the great lambo-san’s birthday.” he nodded sagely, admiring the metal glint for some moments longer. then it followed suit with the rest of his possessions, wedged in his curly afro as good as superglue. “lambo’s gonna keep it in his hair! no takesies-backsies, okay?” he almost asked if this ring would bring gyuudon back, but opted out of it. something in him had already determined it wouldn’t be that easy, and while it hampered his spirits if left alone with the thought―he missed his friend dearly―lambo had to be a tolerant boy. more importantly, hayato offered something with plenty of immediate novelty.

“amusement park!” he let out a blissful cry, leaping up and down before throwing himself into gokudera’s lap. “lambo-san loves the amusement park!” he had only said it about a thousand times; what would another declaration hurt? and inhibitions broken, he peered up at gokudera with his widest grin. “gokudera has to take lambo soon so we can play on aaaall the rides! lambo-san will even hold your hand so you don’t get scared like a big chicken on the roller coaster.” lambo puffed out his chest, projection evident but unwilling to be called out on it. thoughts kited through his mind, memories they had shared in their years together; and although plenty of sour ones haunted him, lambo began to understand that there were more to appreciate.

“Aha, how strange. I know its hard to believe but I feel like I know you although I can’t figure out the how or why. Were you perhaps.. a client of mine?”

She’s prone to oddity. It’s not quite desperation that leads her to her next task, but a fit of frustration that leaves her so overwhelmed by its complexity that she has to try something, anything. While it was stated that the magic was gone, she still had her hopes. 

Capturing the firefly had been easy enough, the little bug snared in her hands. Her aspergilium as well, a piece of art carved from bone. Whether it was human or not, she could not remember. However, it was a good piece for testing on. Mumbling the verbal components, the firefly dances in her closed hand, only for nothing to happen when it’s, in fact, happened so many times before. The spell has never failed her, and for that, she feels somewhere between rage and despair. 

“Myrkhul save me.” She speaks that oath a bit louder,  releasing the firefly who dances above and winks mockingly at her. “This place is a mockery of my own ability.” There’s nothing she can do, no spell she can use to flourish her anger. The sword is there, but it’s useless. So, she speaks gently, carefully to the next person she says. 

It seems that there are more humans that come in everyday, however it...after the first few eclipse. It rarely bother him right now. For now he makes sure to serve tea in his new job, demeaning to someone who used to hold the rank of general. 

However when a normal youth comes in, he nearly breathes a sigh of relief. 

 “Welcome. How can I help you today.”