arcanarumlogs | Closed: Magical Mafia Mingle Time!

Who: Kyouya Hibari, Hayato Gokudera, Mukuro Rokudo, Chrome Dokuro and Tsunayoshi Sawada
When: October 5th, evening
Where: Unit 4 Navy District, Unit 5 Lilac District, rampaging thrugh the districts
What: Hibari finds out from Gokudera that Mukuro's here. All hell breaks loose.
Warnings: ... Blatant violence from Hibari, Gokudera's potty mouth, flailing, Mukuro being... Mukuro, and Chrome just... trying to calm them all down. Destroyed property, magical mafia, kidnapping - heck, pretty much everything. They are the Mafia, after all.

[At precisely 6pm, Gokudera would find Hibari seated at the small dining table in their kitchen, impatiently checking the time - surprisingly enough, he'd remembered that little conversation from before all the chaos with the Rulers and castle shenanigans, so in customary ~~tsundere~~ Hibari fashion, he'd made soup for dinner. More specifically, tomato soup, garlic bread, and pasta. Which was probably surprising, because where did he get the time to make all that if he'd been out all day, murdering trees?

But that was of no importance. What was important was the presence of the Storm Guardian - and he still hadn't shown up yet. Really, Hibari had only done this because it was convenient - he'd woken up this morning with memories of the events that had gone on after he'd been taken from his world, and it was safe to say that he thought Gokudera would be interested in hearing all about them.]

(ooc: Posting order is Hibari, Gokudera, then probably Chrome, Tsuna, and last of all, Mukuro. Fun times, ahoy!)

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[After all the shit that had happened yesterday, Gokudera had been planning on relaxing for today. It was only right, after all. But, as fortune would have it, the first thing he saw when he left his room was a knife lodged directly into his door. He didn't even need to look at the note to know who the culprit was. Prying it out by the handle, his green hues scanned over the writing on the paper, a frown etched onto his face by the time he was done. Dinner? Really? Talk about being suspicious.

Thus, the rest of his day became one of wariness and preoccupation as he waited for the fated dinner. His only method of keeping himself from finding Hibari before then was taking a long smoke break outside. Not even the rain could keep him from his sweet, soothing nicotine. By the time he'd returned inside, he was perfectly ready to face anything the Cloud Guardian might throw his way.

He arrived at the dinner table a few minutes after six, his hair wet from a quick shower. Plopping unceremoniously down in the seat across from his housemate, he stared at him with all due seriousness for a moment before breaking out into a cocky grin.]

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