” What? “
The hitman stops to look over a sharp shoulder, briefly confused
as to why Tsuna would think that he was mad at him. A smirk tugs
at his lips but the Sicilian refrains from expressing anything other
than a piercing stare that runs up and down the mafia boss’s form.
He was merely checking to see if brunette was dressed well enough
for their destination, and if his gaze lingered on Tsuna’s lithe frame
a little longer than needed ( the young man definitely wore suits
very well, Reborn would admit ), well, the ex-Arcobaleno wouldn’t
comment on the matter.” I won’t be mad if you hurry your ass up, Dame-Tsuna. ”
❛ i – alright – ❜
he smooths out the wrinkles
in his suit jacket with a nervous,
haphazard swipe of his hands,
wringing them slightly, just a bit
nervous as to where the other man
is taking him and why. surely tsuna
is too old for impromptu training
sessions, right?
❛ will you –
at least tell me where we’re going?
should i change? ❜
