Italy, oh Italy.

[tonfaing]

.........

[What he has in his hand here is a sketch of someone, or rather something. Mukuro's newest box weapon, actually. He's considering tearing it up, but he eventually leaves it lying there, on his desk, before he heads out to do something. It looks something like this:]



[He'd scribbled it while Mukuro was sleeping and Kiba (said box weapon) was prowling around the room, during that trip they'd taken to Italy.]

(OOC: Kiba is the most adorable thing ever. =w =)

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[tonfaing]

I don't.

[Yeeep, just going to keep denying that he likes Kiba.]

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

You like most any small animal, dear. And Kiba is small enough to count as one of those. Not to mention he is a reflection of myself.

[Kiba = Muku, Hiba loves Muku, therefore Hiba loves Kiba. It makes sense!]

[tonfaing]

................................... Hnf.

[Screw you, Mukuro.]

[mukurou69.livejournal.com]

[Been there, done that, darling~]

Kufufu~

[tonfaing]

[Ugh. He hates how you play with words, twisting everything to your advantage.]

............ 8|