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@ I-Pin
It had been a while since Tsuna had to handle the kids on his own, but since Mama had gotten busy with work, a lot of the care-giving fell onto his shoulders. Lambo was nowhere to be found, though, so it seemed only I-Pin would need him today. Dumping a bag of candy on the table, his eyes scan the living room, wondering where she would be.
“I-Pin?”
@Reborn
This was it, the hardest mission he’d ever accomplish; sneaking out without Reborn finding him. It was the weekend, yeah, but since when had that stopped the other from jumping on his face, forcing him through hoops all day until Tsuna had to crawl to bed in the evening. Pulling his hood up, the brunette flattens himself against a wall, keeping his eyes peeled for the spartan tutor. Taking a deep breath, he managed to get down the stairs; he can almost taste freedom by this point, ready for a day of hanging out with friends instead of upside down for not studying correctly.
VIA 
SOURCE I’LL DELETE THIS LATER I PROMISE
Still on hiatus but I feel guilty about it hsdjgks so um if anyone wants a starter on any of my accounts lemme know, and I’ll have them up by this weekend <3
 | ◤ | stttuuuupppiiiidddd Tsunaaaaa, Where is Mama? [starts picking his nose, scratching his belly] |
La-Lambo, that’s disgusting! And I don’t know… She was here a moment ago.
 | ◤ | ask-the-classy-bluebell asked
Hey! You are that vongola boss! I thought you were taller, tho... |
Y-You’re not one to talk about height!
 | ◤ | Anonymous asked
Did you know that a slang for penis is: a Tuna torpedo |
“Wh-Why would I need to know that?”
VIA Mama :*
She chuckles faintly, nodding. Being a hen was not high in a list of things she would like to do. “It’s fine, Tsu-kun, I’m not too hungry either.”
She takes a seat as well, pulling him over as the previews begin to play. Nana knows he doesn’t enjoy being fussed over (after all, if he did, he would tell her about what he was doing) but felt she was entitled to it this time around. Settling back into the couch, she strokes his hair gently, smoothing down some of the wilder spikes.
It feels a little like being a full child again, nestled in his mother’s embrace and feeling her soothing hands stroke through his hair, but he can’t bring himself to complain. Today is her day, and if she wants something resembling more innocent times, then Tsuna will sit here and not complain.
The previews seem to let him know just what sort of movie they are in for, and for once, he’s actually glad that in this moment of peace, he will most likely sleep through the film, or at least spend a lot of it in a half asleep daze. Chick flicks just aren’t his thing, after all.
Knowing full-well that her son would end up falling asleep at some point during the movie, Nana reaches behind the couch, spreading out a blanket over him. That way, they could both be comfortable.
She continues smoothing his hair down through the movie, smiling a bit to herself. It’s obvious how much he’s grown, but she’s glad that he is still willing to put up with her like this.
The blanket offers the warmth that Nana can’t, and it isn’t long before he is well and truly under the embrace of sleep, or however the hell he’s supposed to say it. The movie is playing havoc with his mind’s words.
By the time his eyes reopen, and his breathing picks up speed, the movie appears to be, thankfully, over, because oh dear lord he does not give a single damn about shoes or clothes or whatever the hell this film was actually about.
“S-‘Saa good film…”
(Source: brightskieswithlions)
VIA [ A rainy day] Open!
The rain pattered against the windows, sliding down the glass in whimsical drops. She stood next to the window, arms crossed and eyes contemplative. One of her free days and she had no plans. Not to mention, the wet weather limited her options. Lal was tough enough to combat the creeping loneliness. Though, as she leaned her head against the chilled window, she began to think some company or even a mission wouldn’t be the most awful thing right this moment. Her eyelids drooped over her eyes as she stared out the glass. The rain was so calming.
Getting caught in the rain was always, always a preclude to some sort of fuzzy-head inducing illness, so as Tsuna runs through it, as fast as he can, he ignores the logical part of his brain telling him that finding shelter would probably be the best thing to do. This doesn’t occur to him ‘til he’s already soaked through with no chance of redemption, so with an annoyed huff of air, he just walks instead, making his way through sodden streets with no idea of where he actually is. Glancing around, he throws his hands up, frustrated, and resolves to sit around instead, just waiting for the rain to end.
Mama :*
Nana wanders to the living room, a cup of tea in each hand, and sits down next to her son. “I think we’re okay…unless you want something to eat?”
Really, she doesn’t want to get up again, but if he’s pecking, they probably had some snacks in the fridge. That was one of the few things they weren’t lacking.
She sets one of the cups on the coffee table, taking a sip of her tea. This was what made her day, being able to relax with her son. She would never want to give that up.
“After that, mama, I think I’m pretty much done eating.”
It seems like being turned into a winged animal is a great way to put yourself off eating. If he could find a way to let people turn back and forth at will, gosh, he could make so much money.
For now, though, he just moves to the sofa and sits down, stretching out and snuggling into the cushions, waiting for her to join him as the theme music for the department of copyright plays, although god who actually ever pays attention to those. Out of all the things he has, and indeed, will do in his lifetime, he very much doubts that watching a knock-off dvd will put him in prison.
“Ah… Unless you want me to get you something?”
She chuckles faintly, nodding. Being a hen was not high in a list of things she would like to do. “It’s fine, Tsu-kun, I’m not too hungry either.”
She takes a seat as well, pulling him over as the previews begin to play. Nana knows he doesn’t enjoy being fussed over (after all, if he did, he would tell her about what he was doing) but felt she was entitled to it this time around. Settling back into the couch, she strokes his hair gently, smoothing down some of the wilder spikes.
It feels a little like being a full child again, nestled in his mother’s embrace and feeling her soothing hands stroke through his hair, but he can’t bring himself to complain. Today is her day, and if she wants something resembling more innocent times, then Tsuna will sit here and not complain.
The previews seem to let him know just what sort of movie they are in for, and for once, he’s actually glad that in this moment of peace, he will most likely sleep through the film, or at least spend a lot of it in a half asleep daze. Chick flicks just aren’t his thing, after all.