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          there are clouds of all shapes, sizes, and kinds –

                               but there are none quite like him.

+ 5+ years of rping experience + selective / mutuals only + multi-ship and multi-verse + open to aus + mun is under 18 + written by shuu

                                        remake of firstskylark.

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He remembers Hibari Kyoya to be much less .... agreeable, though he does look older (and taller, much to his own chagrin), so he assumes he is older ... Thankfully.

“ Does it? “   Hm. Perhaps he will try it again later, with a cup of his favorite. But that’s later. He takes another bite. It’s different from what he’s used to - but it isn’t bad, per say. Just odd.

“ I see... How simplistic. “    Not that it’s a bad thing.

Any interaction with the First Cloud Guardian was always tense, but at least he was quiet, and Hibari wasn’t trying to attack him on sight anymore.

“It tastes better with tea,” Hibari quipped, as if it would help Alaude gain a more favorable opinion. He wanted some for himself right now, too…

“It seems that the point of the game is to see who can eat the majority of the stick.”

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“ ... ”

Well, perhaps he should see what made this so enjoyable, at least. He takes one with light fingers, looking at it for a bit, before taking a small bite. (It wasn’t too bad.)

“ ... Thank you. “ He’s still contemplating the taste.

“It’s a nuisance.” 

That being said… A moment of silence passed, then Hibari reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of pocky.

“…Want one?” he offered. It was matcha flavored. Guilty pleasure.

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“ ... How strange. “

“A stupid game that herbivores like to play as an excuse to crowd around and kiss each other.”

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what is the point of this ‘pocky day’ ... ?

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capo di millefiore:

  ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs:

                                                       —     being watched.

  That seemed to be everyone’s main goal in life in this dimension. And       who could blame them? After the terrors he caused in a future that       was no more, everyone wanted to make sure it would be prevented       from happening again. Not like he could do much with the Mare Rings       out of his possession. Well, that wan’t necessarily the truth. Even with       the rings sealed away safely in a place he could never reach, it was       still possible for him to wreak as much havoc as he did in the future.       But to what end? He saw no point in it. That wouldn’t help him get       the rings, wouldn’t make the world any better of a place. But most       people were too blinded by things he could do to see it wouldn’t       benefit him in this dimension.

  Lavenders flickered in the Skylark’s direction, lips curving in       amusement for a moment before flickering away. CEDEF in particular       had always been adamant about watching him. It was no surprise that       their founder had the same thoughts and carried it out to a T. But       watching was boring, not to mention too restricting. Which was why he       approached the other male, holding out a stick with a caramel apple on it.       Of course, in his other hand, there was one for himself too.

              ❝   I thought we could eat while we talk. That’s what you want, ne?  ❞

                He’s not surprised that the man managed to find him - no, not                 surprised at all. While Byakuran Gesso may be younger and                 while Alaude may consider him weaker than he was in the future -                 he is not one to underestimate capable opponents. His intuition                 was much better than that. After all, he has ages of experience                 and thought to back it up - and he’s always been wiser than he’s                 seemed.

                Narrowing his eyes slightly, his gaze directs to the caramel apple,                 before flickering back up to the white haired boy’s face. He doesn’t                 take food from strangers - it was two parts distrust and paranoia,                 and one part that he really doesn’t like candied applies. He appreciates                 bakery goods and pastries more - but even then, he doesn’t eat                 desserts often out of concern for his health.

          “ ... I don’t enjoy candied apples. But yes, I would like to converse with you. “

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                             Giotto:

  Muttering to oneself, the don gathers damaged papers,   carefully thumbing through. To his relief, most are unstained,   but a select few, painted in black blotches. Placing the good   aside, upon the desk, a heavy sigh escapes his lips.   He will surely be scolded for his clumsiness.   Knocks divert his attention from the mess, a familiar tone chimes.

    ❛ Good to see you, Alaude. ❜

            He enters quietly, opening the door just enough to slip inside before closing it behind himself again. He assesses the damage - runs his eyes over the mess on the ground, before he lets out a quiet sigh and kneeling down to help pick out the salvageable papers from the pile.

                                                “ You should be more careful. “

            It’s not biting - merely a light reprimand, and it’s more gentle than not.

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                      decimo nuvola:

      “ you ask that as though it was my intent to end up here, ”      he huffs, indignant as ever, glare intensifying as it comes      to rest at pallid visage.

     hibird accompanies him, resting atop his head ( changing      nothing other than perceived  threat, really ), offering only       the occasional tweet of reassurance—– this is a foreign      land, belonging  to that  of  his ancestors ( whom, in spite      of this fact, he is not fond of ). this is not his home; he do-      es not belong here, && he curses the likes of that cow for      sending  him  here. the  additional decade  had, evidently,      done little for his maturity—— whereas, with the skylark,      prior bloodlust had mellowed, not into nonexistence, but      enough to counter who he’d been in the past, && the last      time he had been in alaude’s callous presence.

      “ i’ll ( begrudgingly ) admit to you seeming to be the mo-      st reliable of the primo generation. ”

           He knows not of how Hibari has changed or grown - rather, he has seen very little of it, because when he awoke inside the ring again, he was only aware of the immediate surroundings, and his wearer - which was the younger version. He’s heard very little as well - but already, he can see a bit of maturity from the other, and his eyes narrow slightly, but he minutely leans backwards - a sign of brief trust.

                                  “ You would be correct in the assumption, yes. “

          He is exceedingly reliable - the largest of the various reasons for Giotto to make him External Adviser. And, because he is mature, he is sensible enough to leave any prior animosity hidden away, to keep a clear mind as he speaks.

                          “ I assume it is that child’s doing - your young Decimo Fulmine. “

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hello ! all current replies are queued to post tomorrow -

i will be sparsely on this thursday to sunday (july 23 - july 26) because of otakon 2015!!

i will be cosplaying all three days - i’ll be at the fire emblem shoot and the haikyuu shoot on friday. i’ll also be at the khr meetup on sunday at 2pm cosplaying mukuro  ; o ; / !!

if you’d like to follow my con adventures, feel free to ask for my snapchat or twitter !!

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     Cavallone Decimo:

Dino had been completely stunned speechless when he saw this–Kyouya-lookalike in front of him. They had the same facial features, same facial expression–except this person had the colouring of an angel, with blond hair and light blue eyes. (Which kind of implied that Kyouya had the colouring of a devil but those were implications that Dino wasn’t willing to explore.) It wasn’t until the other man spoke that Dino was jolted out of his stupor, and he quickly shook his head free of his thoughts.

Way to make good first impressions, Bucking Bronco.

“Y-yeah! Yes, I am. I’m Dino Cavallone, Decimo Don of the Cavallone Famiglia,” Dino said quickly, lips quirking into a weak smile. ‘Uh… I’m sorry, but I’m not very sure who you are,” he had suspicions, but he doubted he should ask this stranger if he were some branch member of the Hibari clan. Assuming the Hibari clan was big enough to even claim a branch family.

            Hm. He knows the other man’s name well enough - he’s always been rather interested in the tenth generation, especially the descendants of men he knew well, like Cavallone Primo. While they didn’t converse often, he liked to think that the other was rather interesting regardless - his personality certainly was.

            Nodding his head slightly - he’s not surprised that the other doesn’t know who he is. He didn’t hang around the Cavallone Family enough to be written in the history books, so it doesn’t bother him at all.

            Raising his head slightly, he introduces himself rather plainly -

                                     “ I am Alaude, the First Vongola Cloud Guardian. “

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                                      funeral wreath || bluebcll

                                                       She does look vaguely familiar.

                Perhaps they’ve met. Well, perhaps he’s met her from his time in the ring. Maybe from the future? He does remember someone with long blue hair - though, perhaps that may have been someone else. But - he’s never been one to discount his memory, so he raises his head lightly as he thinks, before letting out a soft huff and moving forward to enter her line of sight.

                They’ve never met, he knows that, - and that means that Alaude enters his own standard of curt politeness. It was still sharp, but nowhere near enough to be considered rude or impolite. It was merely sharp to carry and enunciate, and an after-effect of his usual seriousness.

                          “ Excuse me, miss, “ he starts out, “ Have we seen each other before? “