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"Shit," Gokudera swears, as he pulls Bridget in through the door to his room. "I was startin' to think we'd never get to do this again."
Because, you know. His apartment really did suck, and while his family was awesome, dropping by at random times was not. Explaining the random 'Tsuna running by on the streets during dying will in only underwear shouting I WILL MAKE VALENTINE'S DAY CAKE WITH MY DYING WILL' to Bridget was one thing, let alone any of the other crap. Somehow, he's surprised Bridget hasn't been scared off yet.
He's almost tempted to make Sistema Cambio Arma Istantaneo block out the door of the apartment whenever he doesn't want anyone to come running in, but that just smells of disaster. Like everything else always does.
But fine, whatever. They're not there now. They're in the bar, where nobody ever interrupts anything, and that is goddamn good. Thank the nonexistent gods in this moment, Hayato, you get to have sex.
"Shit," Gokudera swears, as he pulls Bridget in through the door to his room. "I was startin' to think we'd never get to do this again."
Because, you know. His apartment really did suck, and while his family was awesome, dropping by at random times was not. Explaining the random 'Tsuna running by on the streets during dying will in only underwear shouting I WILL MAKE VALENTINE'S DAY CAKE WITH MY DYING WILL' to Bridget was one thing, let alone any of the other crap. Somehow, he's surprised Bridget hasn't been scared off yet.
He's almost tempted to make Sistema Cambio Arma Istantaneo block out the door of the apartment whenever he doesn't want anyone to come running in, but that just smells of disaster. Like everything else always does.
But fine, whatever. They're not there now. They're in the bar, where nobody ever interrupts anything, and that is goddamn good. Thank the nonexistent gods in this moment, Hayato, you get to have sex.
