獄寺 隼人 [ goku dera ]

Gokudera is sitting on the top of a hill overlooking a concrete dam. It's pretty damn full of water, enough to amuse someone if they were in a good mood and had some bombs, trying to create bigger and bigger splashes.

The dam's not going to break if you don't use heavy artillery, it's just a stupid game. He's paying more attention to the papers he sticks into each bomb, though, disposing of whatever each time one burns up.

He's on his third cigarette.

It's nighttime, and Hayato dragged Bridget out to the other teenager's favourite park. After what happened, he feels like the guy just needs to be around the pond and the ducks, so they're just going to stay there all night.

Right now he's just pointing out constellations and the stories about them, but he knows Bridget will interrupt him eventually, for what they really need to talk about.

Lazy day time. No school, things are quiet, etc, etc. He'll go check on the Tenth later but for now he's taking advantage of the time to relax. He just woke up so he's just in boxers, sitting around and finishing up a cigarette.

He's trying not to wake Bridget up. Let's see if he succeeds.

Bombs, bombs, bombs. Dynamite, dynamite, dynamite. Missiles, missiles, missiles. It's time to do some tuning up of his weaponry, but for once in his life, Gokudera is completely bored of it. He'd rather be doing something else, but who the hell knows what.

He's almost done, anyway. The usual impressive pile is almost gone again, hidden wherever it goes. He's hungry, but he's been ignoring that since he started hours ago. It's not as if it really matters.

Gotta keep things up if you wanna stay in the game, eh?

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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.