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[tridented]

Who: Irie Shouichi (sfortunato), Rokudo Mukuro (tridented)
What: Dinner and a movie.
Where: Wherever Shouichi happens to be unlucky enough to run into Mukuro.
When: Backdated! To before Mukuro & Tohru's meeting.

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[sfortunato]

[ there really wasn't a convenient time to run errands in nuadoria. there was always going to be a certain level of danger present, so shouichi didn't pay too much mind to the fact that he was out collecting some necessities as the evening was transitioning into what some would consider to be quite late.

his feet shuffled along the sidewalk with a small sense of urgency. he'd recently found himself looking after the young princess of the giglio nero. despite him second guessing her needs and possibly collecting too many items, shouichi was fairly satisfied with himself. it was silly, but he felt like he was finally doing something right. so, carrying along two brown paper bags he was intent on hurrying back to his temporary home, not liking the idea of leaving uni alone for too long. ]

[tridented]

[ his favourite thing about nuadoria, mukuro decides, is the small population, and therefore, the increased chances of running into a familiar face. like here, and now, when he spots his (only) favourite millefiore-member-gone-rogue hurrying through the city with his arms full. really, he couldn't have made himself a better target.

easily slipping through what little cover the shadows offer him, without a single second to waste, he's on shouichi's tail, taking care not to let himself be heard. when he's all but directly behind him, snapping his arms (tohru's, if you want to get technical, but his for now, forever) up to wrap shouichi in an enormous bear hug, his grip hard enough to leave marks if shouichi struggles and possibly knocking the plain paper bags out of his arms.

surprise! ]

[sfortunato]

[ admittedly, shouichi did have a knack for making himself into an easy target. it wasn't something he did on purpose, however, it was more the luck of the draw. his thoughts were elsewhere, otherwise there may have been a chance he'd felt some sort of presence behind him. i wonder what sort of things miss uni prefers to eat? what if she doesn't like what i've gotten --

as a pair of arms quickly wrapped themselves around him, shouichi's breath hitched and eyes darted from side to side, trying to get a glimpse of what exactly was going on. looking down, it was concerning that limbs as thin as that could grip so tightly -- and upon trying to get himself free, the potential severity of the situation was quickly sinking in. he dropped the bags to get better use of his arms. ]

H-HEY -- !

[ a few possibilities were rapidly crossing his mind. if someone were after him, it would be bad. if they were after uni, it would be far worse. ]

[tridented]

[ or both. perhaps the next time he sees him, he ought to offer tips? a 101 course on how to avoid muggings, beatings, and vampire bitings. shouichi would appreciate that, right? but back to the matter at hand- mukuro doesn't want a fuss, not when he's trying to be quiet and subtle and quick. clapping a hand over shouichi's mouth, he yanks his head back by the hair, operating half on instinct, baring his unlucky victim's neck.

without so much as a split second of hesitation, mukuro sinks tohru's fangs right into the artery, dispassionate to the sensation of warm blood flooding his borrowed body's mouth, the greedy gulps that slowly sate the gnawing hunger in his gut, but not fast enough. if he's not careful, he'll end up with a corpse in his arms, and that wouldn't do at all. easing the fangs out of shouichi's neck, mukuro slowly loosens his grasp, checking on the state of his consciousness.

he half suspects that shouichi would have passed out from fright by now, but if not- well, mukuro can fix that. ]