019 | 69 (and a 27) | Video | December 26, early in the morning

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[When the feed starts up, you’ll all get the loveliest view of Mukuro’s face, close-up. He’s smiling brightly into the camera.]

Good morning, everyone. Look where I am today~

[He turns his communicator around to give you a view of a bedroom that definitely ISN’T his.

Maybe the bedroom is a little familiar to some people. Lots of people have seen it before once, when a certain baby decided upon a very rude and very public wake up call. You might notice the tufts of brown hair sticking up from beneath the sheets before the lump wriggles and grumbles a little, burying itself further into the blankets. It’s an early hour in the morning. No one sane would be up at this time, especially not right after Christmas day.

You may or may not like the smile Mukuro has on. It’s perfectly innocent, though. Really.]

You would think that people would be a little less trusting around Death City, mm? Anyone can get in with just a bit of effort.

[Locked doors and windows? Pshaw. Now Mukuro was scooting over and flopping down beside that near indistinguishable lump and peering down at it.]

What do you think, everyone? Should I wake him up? Sleeping in after Christmas is overrated, after all.

[The lump, now revealed to be one Sawada Tsunayoshi if the tufts of insanely spikey hair hadn’t tipped anyone off before seems to be a little unaware of the presence right beside him. There’s a frown on his face though, even in sleep. Perhaps he is unconsciously aware of Mukuro’s presence beside him. Or maybe he’s just having a very odd dream. Burying his face in his pillow, he mumbles something along the lines of ‘no Lambo, no grenades in the bath’.

Y e p. Completely oblivious to the world.]

Yes, yes, I think I should wake him up.

[So now he’s leaaaaaning over the sleeping figure. Veeeery close. Right up to that bit of ear that’s sticking out.]

Tsunayoshi-kun~

[He sounds eerily sweet there.]


W-Wha...?

[comes the mumbled response as Tsuna finally stirs a little and turns his head, raising sleep addled eyes to meet Mukuro’s mismatched pair.

God this is a strange morning. He could’ve sworn Mukuro was in his room, on his bed, only a few centimeters away from his face. Alright going back to sleep, he is too sleepy to deal with Mukuro somehow finding his way into his--

Wait. What?

Eyes suddenly snap open, wide and alert.]

M-Mukuro?

[Squeaks a little, as if he is still a little uncertain. Horror begins to register on his face, eyes wide and round, like a deer in headlights.

HAVE A 100-WAT SMILE, TSUNA. It’s remarkably similar to the one he wears whenever he’s ready to fuck your shit up.]

Good morning!

[He also hasn’t moved a muscle. So Tsuna does what any sane person in their right mind would do when a crazy person breaks into their room, sits on their bed like there’s nothing wrong with it at all. Scream at the top of his lungs before rolling off his bed in a frantic attempt to get well away from the crazy.

And this is something Mukuro is watching with great interest and a small amount of (feigned) curiosity.]

Well, I’m glad to see you too.

[...Somebody might want to rescue Tsuna now. Any takers?]


ooc: KHR cast, feel free to action tag in. WE NEED TO DESTROY TSUNA'S ROOM.