#((All fun and games until she's with Lambo and she doesn't play games when he's around))

[queenharumiura]

“Mhm…” She hums a response at him repeating a part of what she said earlier. She gives him a look, and shrugs her shoulders as well. “If they’re relying on corruption the way they were to even stay relevant… well,” she lets the comment hang there. It goes to show just how little power they have. Powerful Yakuza clans may be corrupt, but they go about things differently than this clan did. Them meeting outside where Haru could witness their acts—you could say that they were wet behind the ears.

“As messy as anything can get if they hold a grudge, the Vongola is quite something when enraged.” She says meaningfully while knowing she didn’t have to tell him that of all people. “They probably memorized my face, so, guess I’m in trouble too.” She sighs and finishes off one of her scoops.

“I am sorry that you got dragged into it because you helped me.” It was ironic that he thought that he may have dragged them both into trouble whereas she thought it to be the opposite where she knew it was her that got them both into trouble. “I’ll be careful moving forward. The worst that can happen is that they’d try to scare me or hurt me.” She doubted they’d go much further than that. There seemed to be the common theme among the underworld that you didn’t touch the innocents, especially women and children. ‘Well, maybe I don’t fit the innocent category anymore.’ “In that case, they played the wrong card and will answer for that.”

“It’d be sure to get a few solid punches in first, though.” Another scoop finished.

Hum of agreement around the spoon. He can see… no, he can taste why. Although, despite the decent size scoops, there will probably be two of them next time if he doesn't get all the other flavors at once.

"Fair enough." Japan generally isn't nosy, he's told. It's true barely anyone wants to interact with him, but how much of It is genuine politeness? There are all kinds of other things under the surface of anyone's 'face', so to speak. It's hard to imagine otherwise with everything he's gone through while growing up here in Japan himself. None of it is his problem - people can think whatever they want - so much as it's a concern for her image… but at the same time, her image is not his problem either.

( “Hm… well, they’re on the radar right now, so if they don’t play their cards right starting now, they’ll be in for a rude awakening.” )

So bold of her. A little scary, even. Byakuran has one spoonful in his mouth for a brief pause. "Play their cards, huh?" He grins. Somehow, the way she said that sounded like he does when it comes to risks. "They're an official gang, Haru-chan. Even if they aren't that tough now, things could get messy if they hold a grudge." He shrugs and glances over. "I've already poked them, so who knows?"

It's entirely possible Byakuran might have pulled them both into trouble, now that he thinks about it. Sure, everything will be fine, but it's possible something could get serious. Hopefully not, but one never truly knows without being in the gang itself…