horrible logs
DS LOGS
(I will never finish these.)
I. soldiers live
Dino thinks of Italy and Japan as separately as possible other than when Tsuna is concerned but during that afternoon after Squalo, belly filled, has departed, his Amarone muddled sleepy minds tends to mix cocktails of nations; he soon, rather unfortunately, begins to envision a certain cute kitten swimming viciously through the ocean and snagging fish, and a shark purring in his cuddly little bed. Dino groans and clutches his head. Maybe the Amarone has gone bad or something.
The blonde has done a fairly decent job at keeping the two apart from each other mainly because Kyouya requires careful pursuit and Squalo tends to knock down the front door. However, they have had collided once before and the Cavallone boss recalls this with a great sense of indigestion.
It had been the bird’s fault.
And, Pupa.
II. catcher
The Varia had finally, if not grudgingly, accepted Tsuna as the official Vongola 10th (with Gokudera shouting triumphantly in the background) during the summer of Dino’s twenty-fifth year. It was then when he rolled out of Hibari’s bed, and finally decided to suck it up, so to speak, and make peace with a man who had not even remembered him. An hour later, with the skylark still sleeping like a rock, Dino left Hibari’s residency and informed Romario of his bewildering destination.
It was, and would be, the only time Dino knocked on the front door of the Varia mansion.
Squalo did not look amused. He looked even less amused when the sheepish Bucking Horse held up two unconscious Varia watchmen by their collars.
“Survival instinct,” Dino suggested with a meager smile.
The shark bristled, threw a glare behind his shoulder, and yelled, “Levithon! You dumbass! I told you those two were trash!” Then, whipping around to his right, he snarled at the doorman, “What the fuck did you call me for?”
Before the shaking boy could faint on the spot, Dino intervened by thrusting the black and blue faces of the watchmen into Squalo’s direct gaze. “Because I had asked for you, Squalo,” the Cavallone boss pointed out quietly, “and he is only doing his job.”
Once again, the shark bristled to the point of officially becoming a porcupine. Glaring at the smiling blonde, he ordered, “Get inside. And dump the trash outside.” He then slammed the door shut so Dino had to knock again.
(I will never finish these.)
I. soldiers live
Dino thinks of Italy and Japan as separately as possible other than when Tsuna is concerned but during that afternoon after Squalo, belly filled, has departed, his Amarone muddled sleepy minds tends to mix cocktails of nations; he soon, rather unfortunately, begins to envision a certain cute kitten swimming viciously through the ocean and snagging fish, and a shark purring in his cuddly little bed. Dino groans and clutches his head. Maybe the Amarone has gone bad or something.
The blonde has done a fairly decent job at keeping the two apart from each other mainly because Kyouya requires careful pursuit and Squalo tends to knock down the front door. However, they have had collided once before and the Cavallone boss recalls this with a great sense of indigestion.
It had been the bird’s fault.
And, Pupa.
II. catcher
The Varia had finally, if not grudgingly, accepted Tsuna as the official Vongola 10th (with Gokudera shouting triumphantly in the background) during the summer of Dino’s twenty-fifth year. It was then when he rolled out of Hibari’s bed, and finally decided to suck it up, so to speak, and make peace with a man who had not even remembered him. An hour later, with the skylark still sleeping like a rock, Dino left Hibari’s residency and informed Romario of his bewildering destination.
It was, and would be, the only time Dino knocked on the front door of the Varia mansion.
Squalo did not look amused. He looked even less amused when the sheepish Bucking Horse held up two unconscious Varia watchmen by their collars.
“Survival instinct,” Dino suggested with a meager smile.
The shark bristled, threw a glare behind his shoulder, and yelled, “Levithon! You dumbass! I told you those two were trash!” Then, whipping around to his right, he snarled at the doorman, “What the fuck did you call me for?”
Before the shaking boy could faint on the spot, Dino intervened by thrusting the black and blue faces of the watchmen into Squalo’s direct gaze. “Because I had asked for you, Squalo,” the Cavallone boss pointed out quietly, “and he is only doing his job.”
Once again, the shark bristled to the point of officially becoming a porcupine. Glaring at the smiling blonde, he ordered, “Get inside. And dump the trash outside.” He then slammed the door shut so Dino had to knock again.