[ text private :: to tsuna ]cANT BELIEVE THIS. how many? how many years ?? to who are they going to marry you off to— not some random girl!? i can’t believe this! who do they think they are !!!
[ txt msg: dino (private) ] something like fifteen years and i’m not sure who they’re considering. probably someone who would be beneficial to the family. why? are you planning to offer yourself as an option? haha i wouldn’t be too concerned with it – fifteen years is a long time. are you still coming over for dinner tonight?
” being short is nothing to be ashamed of, tsuna! ” he squealed out not-very-convincing at all. may have something to do with the phone he was trying to discreetly use to take some pics of tsuna while he could. he would not have the opportunity to ever again.
” and you could be a late bloomer, who knows, iemitsu certainly is a behemoth of a man. you might have inherited something from him. “
’ late bloomer? ’ a smile dreams across his lips and he allows himself to dreamof a day where he’d be able to tower over dino and takeshi and reborn and kyoya. ’ yeah! that could be it – ‘
he yawns, eyes closing involuntarily, lazily stretching. he flops onto a nearly couch, looking at dino inquisitively. ’ … why’re you here so early? did you need something? ’
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before his life took a ridiculous, ridiculousturn — he was a nobody. he had no friends. he had no redeeming qualities — he was worthless and useless and unimportant — now reborn’s taught him that a lot of that isn’t true, just by virtue of mentoring tsuna, of allowing certain events to happen, therefore granting tsuna friends and guardians — but many of his old demons still haunt him. his biggest fear in regards to dino, his friends, everyone — is that they’ll figure out just how worthless he really is, and they’re leavehim.
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being surrounded by people who were tall, broad-shouldered, and manly — sometimes tsuna wishes he wasn’t so short, and didn’t look so childlike.
tsuna !!! i heard from the grapevine that the ninth and iemitsu are getting you into an arranged marriage??? is that true? what the heck is happening ??? are you okay? please reply as soon as you can!!! did i hear things right !?
[ txt msg: dino (private) ] well, you heard things right, but it was only presented as an option if i’m not married after so many years. i don’t think they’ll go through with it, but i’m not sure.
” it-….looks cute, though. ” maybe too cute ( if such a thing was possible ). dino felt vaguely guilty staring at him. tsuna looked;; he looked like one of those pretty ceramic dolls his mother used to collect.
” i knew you weren’t my size, but—— i didn’t realize you were so tinystill. “
’ i’m not tiny – you guys are all just … super tall. ’ flustered (had dino just called him cute?) and frustrated (he wasn’t short. he wasn’t) he tugs at the hem once more, pulling it over the seat of his pants (reborn’s sleep pants – tsuna had taken them out of reborn’s laundry and the man hadn’t said anything about the thievery), both articles of clothing baggy, big, and cute on him – although tsuna would firmly deny that last part to the death.
’ look how big this is on me, haha – ’ amused, he pulls at the collar of dino’s shirt – a simple tee that he’d left over at the mansion and forgotten about – releasing it after a few moments, tugging at the hem – laughing. ’ it looks like a dress on me! ’
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‘ i— none of them like me like that — i wouldn’t, ’ here his voice cracks embarrassingly and he flushes an even darker red. ’ i wouldn’t moan like that — i don’t like my hair being pulled — i’m not that flexible … that wouldn’t even … fit … why — ‘
oh my. somebody had left tsuna alone with a wine bottle, it seemed, the fruity sweet scent of grapes and that essence so unique of the decimo invaded dino’s senses. he wasted no time returning the younger male’s hug, holding tsuna close; closer.
he hid a smile into his brother’s hair, slender fingers playing with the short hair over the nape of his neck with the casual grace of someone who had done so a thousand times before.
tsuna never let him play with his hair like this, thinking it too embarrassing, dino supposed. it was a shame, really, that the younger man would only forget his embarrassment and let go when he was under the influence of alcohol. he never was this warm and affective when sober. so open, and fun-loving and eager to show his love. it was great.
and dino knew better than to let the situation go to waste. he had many cuddles and hugs and kisses and gestures to give to tsuna, after all, and this was— without doubt — the perfect opportunity. he’d call romario and tell him to cancel all his appointments for the day; this really was his lucky day.
” i missed you too, tsuna! “ ” i’m so happy to see you, you don’t even know!!! “
a wide smile pressed into dino’s shirt – giggles muffled by the expensive material, tsuna doesn’t mind dino pulling him closer, closer, closer, in fact he clutches dino closer to him as well, murmuring nonsense into the space between them.
’ imissed you - hic - more, i bet. i bet you a million trillion yen. i missed you more, i always miss - hic - you – ’ and now he’s swaying, leaning all of his (neglible) weight onto dino because it was really incredibly hard to stand on his own and dino was warm and solid and muscular – surely he can handle propping tsuna up, right?
’ … ngh … wanna - hic - lay down – ’ he nuzzles the area closest to him, not letting go despite him saying he’d rather be horizontal. ’ no, don’t - hic - go, don’t leave - hic - me – promise you won’t leave, just come with me, - hic - please? ’ and tsuna’s huge brown eyes are aimed upwards, wide and hazy from alcohol. ’ please? ‘
