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UKIGUMOS - »❝浮雲❞« cont. @hiddenwillflames

Shit, fuck, god damn- mother of-!

Yona recites every swear and curse in his head, staring at the shot that had blared inches away from him. If that landed, he'd be cooked rabbit dinner.

-And sheesh, what sort of fucked up intuition did this guy have? The drawer didn't give him away, did it? Bah. Either way... If he had to guess who stumbled in, it had to be the notorious leader.

Just his luck.

And here Yona thought that the rumoured lazy-ass wouldn't even get up.

The rogue brown noser couldn't even plan an impromptu escape route being crammed under a desk with a hammer almost 1.5x his size. He'd have to make an opening then make a run for it.

"Peek-a-boo?"

Yona laughed, swiftly rolling out from his hiding spot and hopping onto his feet with a pounce so high that you'd think there was a trampoline beneath him. His massive hammer rested casually on his shoulder. While his heart pounded, Yona knew that he had signed up for one thrilling night.

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"I know we don't get on well, but you are part of my family either, and I appreciate your work for the Vongola famiglia. So… I would like to give you something." Tsuna's amber eyes were looking around his office. She was especially focusing on the table with liquors, thinking about if he had whisky from the expensive japanese brand Karuizawa in his collection. Probably not. But she wasn't sure.

If not, Xanxus will be the owner of one from today…

"Buon compleanno, Xanxus." Brunette said in a formal tone, giving him one of her harmonic smiles as she sat down on the chair on the other side of the table. Her japanese accent, in combination with italian words, was a little bit distinctive. After ten years, she could speak Italian fluently, but her speech wasn't as melodious as real Italians.

"I don't support your 'alcoholism', but I can make an exception today. You will be drinking anyway." She pulled her gloves off and put an elegant black gift box on the table in front of him.

UKIGUMOS - »❝浮雲❞«

His intense stare goes to the puffs of air coming from Yamamoto Takeshi's lips.

"Hmph. The reception is open so long as you don't bring more than yourself."

sovereigntism asked: King blinked. And then blinked again. And finally, pushed their hair from their face, staring at him, making sure they weren't seeing things. Under their breath, they whispered, sounding utterly confused despite having no vision problems-

"... Lambo Bovino..?"

They stared, baffled at him. He was a kid. Not quite the child, or teenager, or even adult, that they knew well. He looked all limbs, legs, and cuteness. King stopped and glanced down at the convenience store food they just bought. Maybe... King dug around, yeah they had bought some of those grape candies, but... King glanced up into his general direction, their expression remaining as neutral as they could. Giving a kid candy when you're an adult is weird, this much was obvious, even they weren't that naive. They sighed and shrugged, approaching him, knowing that making connections was important, even if he was a kid. He was still a powerful kid, and King did adore children. Best to assert themself as at least a mildly friendly face, the least King could do. They popped a grape candy into their mouth. Speaking around the hard candy,

"Yo. Have you seen Haru-san around anywhere? I was supposed to give her a call when I was safe from those thugs, but my phone broke yesterday."

hiddenwillflames answered: “Ah?” The young cow-child turns around at the sound of his name. Who was this? They didn’t look very familiar… but then again, when did Lambo-san really care to remember the faces of those who weren’t his lackeys or jerks who poke fun at him on the daily basis? You were either henchman or a jerk who was hungry for a knuckle sandwich! Why did they keep staring at him? Watching as the mysterious person started rummaging through their bag, Lambo could only think one thing: ‘NEW HENCHMAN IN THE MAKING’ This person knew to find something to offer the great LAMBO-SAN, Guehehehe! What a smart new henchmen! It’s already in the bag, you’re a henchman. Sorry, he makes ALL THE RULES.

“Eh? Haru?” He forgot all about the henchman initiation plan he was hatching in his brain. He stands corrected, you are either a henchman, a jerk, or his lovely older sisters who play with him whenever he gets lonely. Anyone who was on good terms with Haru was okay in his book. The last time he tried to make a henchman out of one of her friends, he actually got scolded. This is a dangerous game to play, huh? “Haru is probably gonna be around soon if you follow Lambo-san around.”

"Lambo-san, hm? Haru-san calls me King-san. Any friend of Haru-san's is a friend of mine. Here, I bought too many snacks earlier."

An excuse, but still fairly true. King probably wouldn't eat all the treats in the bag, some of them were to just take home for when King was bored. King opened the bag for Lambo to peer inside. Inside of the bag was various treats. Sweet packaged hanami dango, grape hard candies, two tuna mayo onigiri, two nikuman neatly wrapped in napkins, a whipped cream and blueberry stuffed sandwich, and two cherry flavored soda pops. Quite the variety. The bag stayed open for him to browse inside, King hadn't said anything was off limits, though they did take out one of the drinks for themself. Honestly, he could swipe the whole bag, and King would probably shrug it off in amusement and allow it.

Sarina is going to sneeze in the middle of scoping out for Hibari. It was fortunate that she was not around anyone else from the criminal underworld. Her sneeze was a petite one.

She places the latter half of her sniper rifle down before reaching into her pocket for a tissue.

"Someone's talking shit again," she muttered in Venetian. She might have to scope out who and slap them up the sides of their heads.

After clearing her nose, she pocketed the tissues, adjusted her spyglass, and made herself flat. She closed the eye not in use while she stared into the crosshairs. She stayed silent while she stayed in the shade.

"Prey are always predictable... even if they, too, are hunters," she mused quietly.

𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐘'𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓 leaves its inhabitants howling in a sour anger. Yet, they fail to land an impact on the beast's focus, which is solely reserved for the patriarch. If anything, the grin beginning to spread across his cut-glass features only fuels the chaos further; he is well aware of that. Yet, a shrug is all he offers. Just like him, a certain someone is also bored of all the talking and bickering — the gun pointed right between his brows tells him so. Finally. Let this be the prelude to a bone-rattling thrill that will claw through their ribs and reach the sweet marrow. That is the only prayer of his, it is the only desire guiding the flames of his will and cloud weapons.