You know I'm dealing with the devil in everyone I meet

[un_earth]

WHO: Mukuro Rokudo (morti_interno) and Donatello Versace (un_earth)
WHAT: A passing of information~
WHERE: A small, inconspicuous coffee shop
WHEN: December 4, the afternoon

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[morti_interno]

Mukuro sat at a corner table in the coffee shop, watching the door from the corner of his eye. He was quite looking forward to meeting Donatello Versace, to be honest, and the fact he had found some information on Versace's brother, Giorno, was a perfect excuse to arrange this get together.

His fingers were neatly interlaced under his chin and he wore comfortable clothing, so he wouldn't draw attention to them. The management of the shop was under his control partly, so they wouldn't remember anything about their presence, on the off chance something happened.

At the tinkle of the door, Mukuro looked over, and knew it was Versace. "Hello Versace-kun." He called over, just loud enough for Versace to hear. "Over here please."

[un_earth]

Versace briskly made his way over, silently approving of the out-of-the-way location of the table that Mukuro had chosen. He pulled back a chair and sat opposite, his eyes flicking over the other in silent appraisal. Dual colored eyes...how odd. Other than that, there wasn't much to the man, who was smaller than he was.

Versace folded his arms, sitting back in his chair and glaring as his means of greeting.

[morti_interno]

Mukuro chuckled at Versace's behavior. Somehow, it reminded him of Ken. He leaned forward slightly to compensate for Versace's leaning back, and smiled at the other man.

His eyes briefly looked Versace over. Handsome, certainly, though it was somewhat plain Mukuro that Versace wouldn't like to be called as much, and more than a bit guarded. In general, Mukuro approved of what he saw.

"It's nice to meet you face to face Versace-kun." Mukuro was careful to keep his voice light and friendly. "Would you like a coffee or anything?" He gestured with a hand and one of the waitresses walked over, looking blank.

[un_earth]

"Bite me," He muttered under his breath, then redirected his glare from the table to the unfortunate waitress. He didn't want to hang around too long with this guy. Mukuro's cheery attitude wasn't doing much for his own mood.

"I don't want--" Versace hesitated, then shook his head.
"Coffee. Black."