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@acloudwalker​  From here

Basil couldn’t resist smiling as the other male seemed to refamiliarize himself with the blonde, chuckling at his words. He leaned into the touches a little, though he had to force himself not to fall in too deeply.

“Enma-dono.. It’s halfway through the day already. I slept in too but we should get up. Honestly I’d rather stay in bed all day with you but we do have things to do sadly.”

Though gosh darn Enma was cute being all sleepy like this. Leans in and kisses the side of his sleepy head, smiling at the fact that as usual, the other had pretty wild bedhead.

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acloudwalker

Today was just another normal day for Tsunayoshi, well until he went outside without his mother using the ‘Can you go get me things from the market’ excuse. Now, the ghost like teen was wondering through town, bored out of his mind, before blinking as he came upon the sight of a teen around his age being picked on by some of the local bullies.

For a second, Tsuna flashed back to his days of actual going to school like a normal kid. Yeah, other kids are dicks and he is glad, he doesn’t have to socially interact with others his age. Though from the way it looked, the other teen should probably step in before they go to far. Hmmm, what can be a suitable distraction without wasting precious calories? 

[queenharumiura]

The Friendship Chain

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Tsuna-san was a friend, and a friend of friend, was a friend indeed as they say. She was going to approach Enma and try to befriend him. Besides that, she sometimes saw that he had tears in his clothes and she wanted to help out without being too weird about it. Perhaps it was her love for costumes but she couldn’t leave ripped clothes alone for too long. 

She had noticed this new person hanging out around Tsuna recently and she was intrigued. Why was it that Tsuna-san always made such interesting friends? Gokudera had silver hair though he was a teen like the rest of them. Unless-- was Gokudera secretly a middle aged man who only looked like a teen!?

Still, this new friend of his... had red hair. Always covered in bandages, was clumsy, and something about his eyes was different. The guy was always surrounded by people, much like Tsuna was. Another mafia boss, in the midst of Namimori. 

Oh, there he was! Haru jogged up to Enma and tapped his shoulder lightly. “Hello~ Haru has seen you with Tsuna-san a lot recently and Haru felt that she should introduce herself-desu. Haru’s name is Haru Miura-desu~” 

[lightning-will-bovino]

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A thought about them that they’d never share: “What would happen if you let your hair grow?”First impression of them: Blinks as he observes Enma’s hair. “Did someone drop red paint in your hair?”Favorite thing about them: “Smile and cute blush~” GrinsLeast favorite thing about them: “That one time you ignore me.”Hopes for their future relationship: “Best friends of course~”

[amatocielo]

@acloudwalker---

Honestly, it wasn’t even a need to voice out that Sawada Tsunayoshi, a healthy over a hundred year old guy, loved cuddles. One might joke it was his old man senses tingling for affection and love, but even he had always liked the comforting gesture when he had been a child.

Therefore the other shouldn’t be surprised when he all but draped himself over the redhead--whom he hadn’t met for like... so long. It had been too long and he missed this, so so much--and just nuzzled his cheek on the other’s--on Enma’s neck.

“Mm. Still a heater as always.”

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The letter was sent a week before, regarding the point of their meeting. Mukuro isn’t entirely sure if the other man would come, given their last encounter had not been very pleasant at all. While his boss, Sawada Tsunayoushi, and the other boss had been in good terms Mukuro did not find it in himself to be indulge in their sweet little ‘reunion’ - those were merely what he considered a waste of time. Although when the party for the reconciliation of the Shimon and Vongola was held, Mukuro himself had rejected the invitation, letting Ken, Chikusa, and Chrome to go in his stead instead. 

However, that did not mean that he was not present at said party.

“Ku fu fu ~ what a pleasant surprise.” he speaks in conjunction with the sound of opened metal door, seated in the one of the only two chairs in the dark, confined single-windowed room with his back facing the door. The air was cold, but it bothered him not one bit. “In all honesty I never thought you’d really come---- Shimon Decimo.”

[erasvre]

@acloudwalker || hoping against hope, aren’t we?

“Seriously. This year was a wild ride,” with a small groan he spoke, then he sighed, resting his gaze somewhere far away.

     He felt the pats on his shoulder and he wasn’t sure how to respond. “Uh, sure... redhead.” 

[sakuratrails]

In reference to this from @acloudwalker​ 

----Goodbye, Enma. This smile is about to turn devious in about 3 seconds.

[capo-di-ilesilio]

/I know I owe replies and answers to a few asks and I swear I’ll get to them. Have run into a bit of writers block. That and my migranes have been rearing their ugly heads.

[iinarticulate-blog]

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—– …… 

    “ Mm. ” –a quiet murmur, despite the still darkness. Time.. What.. time is it? … Head then turns, in hopes of gaining more comfort. Perhaps regain more sleep– ? 

    But he stops. Actions freeze. Stiffens. There is an unfamiliar touch within the tangles of his hair. Now possibly detangled, by the way the person is combing through with their fingers. Gentle and admittedly relaxing, albeit strange. Actions foreign, once reserved only to his mother. 

    …He’s in his dorm room. And it should already be nightfall, as he remembers the time in which he must’ve fallen asleep reading. The only reasonable culprit would be his roommate, unless the idiot forgot to lock the door or something. 

    … It’s not so bad though. The touch. (( Despite somewhat creepy and uncalled for )). So perhaps for a little awhile longer, he’ll just… 

[sakuratrails]

@acloudwalker

     “ ----Enmaaa, I’m.. BORED. ”

[lightning-will-bovino]

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@acloudwalker

Lambo couldn’t help to let out a “bull grunt” at his and Enma’s situation. “Sorry I couldn’t stop them from shoving us in here for a stupid game.” Why did everyone agree to this silly game?

[gravitationaltime]

@acloudwalker

He was trying to help, but instead he’s gotten himself tangled in Christmas tinsel and Christmas lights again and has managed to get himself completely stuck, sitting there looking rather pathetic and flashing like rudolph’s nose.

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    As he folds his last shirt into the wooden drawer on his ( self- proclaimed ) side of the room, the door creaks open. Most of his items are already tidily situated by the time the other arrived, which may have been an hour after he did. He then turns slowly as if barely bothered to turn at all, now eyeing the person that steps in, no doubt his roommate ( unless it’s an idiot in the wrong direction ).

   “ ---Kozato Enma? ” A question for a greeting, and no trace of friendliness in his tone. The name had been quickly memorized from a small piece of information that had been given about the other occupant of this room. But he just didn’t think the other’s hair would be so.. bright. Or red.